i wish god were alive to see this

So This Is Goodbye.

Wow. All this packing and transporting. Too much crap. Had another yard sale. People will buy anything!

And any excuse to spend a few hours on the sidewalk with the kids.

I am spending as much time with Gus as possible before he moves Wednesday morning. My brother Pat and Rene are already up in Seattle. I hugged Pat goodbye. It was the first time we have actually voluntarily touched in 20 years , and it was totally gross. For both of us.

I woke up in my new house today and got to start it all off with this dude. He was laughing and crying at the same time , and covered in boogers.

Love Stinks.

Weird beard hippy head band man.

All day long Gus held his hand in the 'Kung Fu Cobra'. Always be ready to strike kid.

A Grown Ass Woman.

KB Test drives.

And then she considers.

The pride of ownership! Congratulations Brooks. I have known worse drivers!

I have been moving all weekend and have some major posts to catch up with. The move , 'yard sale of doom' part two , horror double feature with the kids , etc..What can I say , it's been a busy few days.

Everyday I Die For You.

Pete Weiss half way through his two minute stretch as Giant Drag merch boy.

Driving into Hollywood today it struck me. I am smack dab in the middle of good times. My cup runneth over with healthy freedom. Dysfuntion is at a standstill.

In the past I don't think I ever noticed these times until they were past. Maybe now they don't have to end. I don't totally know what I want anymore , but I really really know what I don't want.

The cold slice that no one would eat.

The Kelley Brooks.

Yeah. It's freedom. That's what's happening now. I am going to fight to keep it.

Screaming Target.

Nothing like finding 15 year old Hunter giving 10 year old Dre a mohawk.

I have to be out of my house and moved into the new one in six days. To say I am unprepared is a massive understatement.

Let Us Go Hiking And Not Come Back.

It's not easy to get up to the top. But exhilaration reigns supreme once you do.
Everytime we do this together , everytime I do it alone , I am on fire for hours afterward.

I wish it didn't get dark at 5:30. I want to go and dusk hike over and over again. It's been super windy and crazy clear. It's about 65 degrees and you can see for miles. Fuck the haters. Southern California rules.

Young Lily , however , was not impressed. "Hiking sucks." What about it sucks? "EVERYTHING about hiking sucks!"

OK , so , not for everyone. But I love it.

I See The Cavalry Of Light

Kid fest at the yard sale. Best day ever.

Babel is the biggest ham I know.

I put her in charge of the money.

Gus is moving away next weekend. This kills me.

He has been deeply feeling graham crackers lately.

Young Nate Harrington of the mighty 'Constantly Pregnant' photzine brought me his senior portrait.

All day long Babel called me 'Rick' , and she called Pat , 'Junior'.

The artisr formerly known as Sheriff Shelly was shredding as usual.

Sell all your crap on the streets. People want it. Unbelievable.

The little ones were tireless.

His hair is coming in so wildly!

Grubby little man!

This is Eva. She is a new friend and a great dresser.

Holy crap. I want to live on a toddler farm.

Like I said , best day ever. So good that we are doing it again next Saturday. Baby city yard sale magic.

That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore.

I played with Runes , the ancient fortune telling stones , at Ingrids house last night. The outlook is as exciting as I expected!

I am actually more hopeful and excited for the coming times than I have ever been in my life. Ever. I have no idea what exactly is happening , but I can tell you that it is good , and true , and filled with all kinds of freedom.

The 'Dewiit Family Yard Sale Extravaganza' was too great. Pictures , lots of pictures of kids , and laughing and selling of crap. Coming next , the edit is hard!

Its Like , BLAH BLAH BLAH , BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Packing is hard.
Moving is a pain in the ass.
I need to get rid of some of these thousands of records.
And some of these blasted nic naks.
SO.
Tommorow is the 'Dewitt Family Yard Sale'.
Not only will I be selling stuff , but so will my brother and Sister-in-law.
And some other people.
And there will be A LOT of womens clothes and records.
10am-ish on Echo Park Blvd next to Chango and Le Pink.
Bring CASH$$$$$
And get your picture taken with Baby Gus.

The Anti-Christ Will Be An American Apparel Model.

It's Jeremy Michael Weiss!!

WOW. There was a small but strong pocket of dumb , dumb girls at the bar last night. Please please don't talk. Not to me. It hurts too much to listen. Also , stop requesting songs. Just go get a booth and gurgle at one another.

DJing at the Cha Cha is a great time. It seems the bartenders aren't happy unless I am totally alienating half the customers with OM and Neanderthal records. Fun. I got to admit it.

Arlie didn't want to perpetuate the whole 'serious guy' vibe so he spent the night flashing peace signs and cracking jokes. What a guy!

And Meghan Edwards? She invented no less than three new dances , including 'The Floor Sweeper'.

By 9am I was visiting my shrink , who told me I suffer from no 'abnormalities' , and that my more private interests are just 'another form of stimulation'.

Whew!

I thought i'd lost it!

I Was Doing OK Except For Satan. He's After Me All The Time To Do Wrong.

"I've got news for you. Take a look around. You're friends already HAVE fucked off."

Total late night sport eating under the fache' moon.

Tonight I will be laughing and playing records while the 'ying' to my 'yang' Arlie scowls and breaks bottles.

one , two , Cha Cha Cha.

Is There A Flag That Flys Above Your Heart..

It's the dead of winter here in Los Angeles. All clear and windy and a bone chilling 60 degrees.

It's a good time to hike up Runyon Canyon , get some top of the world. Yesterday I was up there alone walking around , I turned a corner and made eye contact with my secret celebrity crush. As I suspected , she is intensely a babe. Her eyebrows were nearly white! Weird!

My ex , Meghan , is in town. She has twenty bags of stuff at my place that need a home , as I am moving in less than two weeks. We went to see Munich last night and I locked my keys in the car. I sent out a 'Mayday!' and an 'SOS' and as the movie ended young Hunter came running up to me , all breathless and excited..

He had all of the tools one would need to break into a car , and did so in less than 2 minutes. He was proud of himself , and hey , so was I.

Oh to be 15 forever!

I Want To Talk Tonight , About How You Saved My Life.

Scenes from a 1st birthday.

Gus was starving from the get go.

Hotdog and Aska.

Babel with a hotdog.

Azazel Jacobs. His movie , Goodtimes Kid , is a mindsplitter in the spirit of the French New Wave. Find it.

Andy Coronado and Arlie Carstens. Jerks.

Apple Valentine.

The kid was having a ball. I can't believe he is moving to Washington in two weeks. He is my little guy.

"I love you."

It was the clearest day ever in Elysian Park , and cold , and by night fall it was so windy that palm fronds were flying through the air and causing car accidents and freak decapitations..

But the party was perfect.

Little Hands Clapping

Gustavo Valentine Dewitt turned one today. We will be partying HARD with him from noon on in Elysian park tomorrow. BBQ action will reign supreme. If you have a dog , bring it. Gus LOVES dogs.

Casual Werewoof.

As a young tyke I would take the bus to the record store and spend hours marveling at all the mysterious looking covers and posters and picture discs..Who made these? What do they mean?

The mailman delivered me the final death wail of my beloved little Mean Reds , and I was elated to see that in keeping with their quality control , they chose to use a drawing I did in minutes of a three titted boner witch for the artwork.

I finally feel complete. Thanks boys.

Legalize Heroin. Ban Hippies [And New Yorkers]

Last night was a mystical misty magical whoop whoop. Went to the beach for some huge [and shitty] photo exhibit. Total fucking yoga pants. But the friends! The vibe! The puke!

There were no less a variety of twenty delicious appetizers floating around. Tiny cream cheese ice cream cones. Holy Crap!

The celebrity porta-potty was popping off. Laurence Fishburne! Darryl Hannah!

This is Sheriff Shelly. She is an intense ball of energy. She also took the two pictures of me and Arlie.

Eden and Van , two more party animals. So great.

Drove back to the E x P for pie.

Pre pie.

Post pie.

It's a full moon tonight. It's Friday the 13th as well. Mind yourselves.

I'm Gonna Bury My Name In You.

Just a couple of bearded dudes knuckle deep in their 30s shredding the bronson ditch.

Not lost , not confused , can't stop smiling. We win.

Let Her Wings Spread Up.

Camille is 29 and as lovely as ever. I for one vote to take her Sidekick away , because text messaging is melting peoples social skills.

Dill is practicing smiling. All night long.

Dash arrived fresh out of 24 hours in County. He got nailed painting on the freeway. The cops chased him on foot , across the freeway and into the city. Yeah they caught him and yeah , they roughed him up a little. Unlike his NYC home they take pics of your tattoos here when you get booked , and the portrait on his arm of the gun in the cops mouth did NOT go over well.

At least he got to keep his bracelet!

The last gang in town.

Famine and Death and Pestilence and War..I'm Pretty Sure I've Heard This One Before.

I hiked to the top of the world with the Adrienne lady. We decided to exercise co-dependently because life is more fun that way. Competetive hiking surrounded by waifs and asshole screenwriters. Look out world , the dirtbags are here and they are taking your mountain.

Deaf girl smoking.

Camille Garamendia is 29 today. We will be partying the baby away in her honor at the mighty Cha Cha tonight. Act accordingly and remember , Baby C loves gifts and attention.

This Is An Old Song , These Are Old Blues.

Anthony left to Tokyo this morning. Last night at the Brite Spot we said goodbye as a group. It made me think of when I was a kid like him , moving to New York with 200$ and a dream. That dream ended with no eyebrows , measles and scabies , crippling emotional scars and many many funny stories.

He is actually put together a little bit better mentally than I was though. I wanted to ignite and explode and be publicly decapitated for my crimes. He just wants to be fed by living anime characters.

Have fun Anthony , I love you.

Elvira showed up pounding pints of hot chocolate and we walked over to the Echo to see Future Pigeon.

Unlike any other band in Los Angeles. I've said it before , I know. In the new songs there were hints of Ornette Coleman. Holy crap!

And the Pigeon FLEW!

How Much Art Can You Take?

Finally met Dash Snow face to face today.
I firm dude.
He got a classic 'Oki Dog' and could not finish it. I don't blame him.
Then we plated with blackjacks and the spiked bat..Going to shoot guns on thursday..A good addition to LA. Welcome home!
If you are somehow able to get your hands on one of his zines , do so at any cost. They are indeed BEAUTIFUL.

Idle Hands Are The Devils Playthings , The Devil Lives Deep Down.

Sheesh , where do I begin? I have thrown myself out of my own house and jumped headfirst back into the world and a social life. Hey , I like you guys!
It wasn't you , it was me. Seriously.

Ingrid and I baked cookies and then went a vegan dinner party. Since she is an old friend , and my best friends love , she makes for the perfect date. There is no question.2005 Roasted me , but the great thaw of '06 is happening. Rapidly.

Incredible.

Gustavo Valentine.

Little man.

He was actually shaking with delight whenever he saw Penny the dog yesterday. Shaking and screaming and laughing. On Sunday Baby Gus turns one , and I cannot imagine life without him. Sunday in the park , details to come.

Perfect little old baby man!

This Is Our Music , Again.

Do you want new wave?

Or do you want the TRUTH.

And We Cannot Cling To The Old Dreams Anymore.

Young Anthony Anzalone is back for a couple of days before he moves to Tokyo. He is bringing 200$ and has no friends or connections. He does however have a sleeping bag and big plans to be a street hustler. He even did whitening strips on his teeth.

The balls on this kid.

Last night I dreamt that Rene and I were barefoot and the entire surface of the Earth was covered in broken glass. Every other person we ran into was a zombie. Dark times , but we trudged on with bleeding feet and determination.

The whole thing was frighteningly positive.

Going to skate Diolas half pipe now.

The Night They Called It A Day.

400 Blows , R.I.P.

The kids will have their say.

You Said You Knew Me And I Believed You Did.

Weaponry listens to love.

Yesterday Rene and I both went to the liver Dr. to get started on our year of Interferon treatments. We are both hoping to knock out our Hep C , and the liver failure that will come with it. It's funny because there are no real symptoms so it doesn't FEEL like there is anything wrong. Interferon side effects are mainly extreme fatigue. Tired for a year! Good thing I already move real slow.

Today I spent the morning with my guru Martin Malles. I wish everyone I know would go and see him. He makes it very easy for me to see things VERY clearly. Plus , he is a foulmouthed funnyman and mildly mysterious.

Of course , spending the day shooting guns at cans of spray paint isn't a bad way to clear your head either.

Both Of Gods Eyes Were Shining Tonight.

Elvira Elvira

Donk.

I woke up from this night with a brutal Red Bull and apple pie hangover.
But I loved DJing entire records with only one portable turntable. That is sooo lazy and low impact. Not a bad way to spend a Wednesday night.

Windex Tears Roll Down The Robots Face.

On the way to Roscoes Chicken and Waffles Laura and I willed a song to come on the radio , collectively , with our minds. It was epic and it was proof. Our brains are a powerful weapon and the force is strong in us. By the way , we didn't will some top 40 shit on the radio either..It was an Andre Nikatina song.

Once at Roscoes it was all syrup and butter and grits and greens.

Tonight I DJ at the Cha Cha.

Come.

California Overboard.

Nathan 'Hotdog' Thelen. I am deeply feeling the new Cha Cha. Since I spent so much time in the Seattle Cha Cha and so many of my Seattle folks live here now..It just feels like automatic home.

At 3am Eniko , who was born in Transylvania , made lentils for me and her and Baby C. Lentils in the New Year brings money she said , and I will now live with a Hungarian superstition for life.

There Is A Place Past The Blues I Never Want To See Again

On New Years Day , when I was handed a glass of ice water with heart shaped cubes I squeezed an orange slice into it and looked down and it made heart number four. Accident or omen? I go with omen.

We had our 5th annual New Years breakfast. It's the only day of the year when all the old bros are together and it is always great. New resolutions. Broken resolutions. Former friends bury the hatchet and become friends again , if only for the day. I walked in and Andrew and Anna presented me with this-

Indeed! I am 32 and covered in beard! What part of my personality screams out "I want puppets and dolls and weeble wobbles!". I mean , I do want them , but how does everyone know?

Later , after more food and talking and movies I drove home in the rain ,[which is ruling the city] , and read some Nan Goldin and bell hooks. I believe both of them. I am living right inbetween them , and I like it here.

The Sunny Side Of The Street.

It wasn't until Midnight struck that I understood what felt so good this New Year , and then it hit me. The desperation is gone. The subtle feeling of always needing more and never being satisfied is out of business. I was lucky enough to be around a couple of favorite friends and as it always should have been , it is now enough.

What a wonderful start to a year that really does feel full of wild possibility.

Also , it doesn't hurt that I met a great girl who had me cracking up into the wee hours. Could anyone resist such a noble and hungry lady?

Friends , this is Lula.