May 24, 2022
The days of Los Angeles are hot, but even the nights are humid. Winds, clouds and rains are turned back by the towering San Gabriel Mountains eternally dusted with snow.
The skyline is mostly flashing lights of planes in place of stars, freckled with fog. All the way through the streets you can hear life as it takes out perfectly polished phones to take pictures of perfectly folded spaghetti cooked by perfectly underpaid chefs.
May 3, 2022
“So, tell me again, about the dream. You’ve continued to experience it?”
“Yes, almost every night.”
The two women sit across from each other in soft gray chairs, a table just to one side where the therapist takes her notes.
“Let’s talk through it again. Do you feel you can?” said the therapist.
“I think so,” said the other woman.
April 30, 2022
First, my cousin CJ. I’ve always been jealous of the freckles on CJ’s lips so of course I paint her without them. She’s surrounded by a mountain of highly valuable plushies, Beanie Babies, Barbies, and Disney memorabilia and she’s about to have her third triple bypass surgery. The whistling plains of her east Texas town are painted behind her along with its inhabitants; hawks, pheasants, and her Italian redneck husband Philip in a neon cap,
April 27, 2022
This is what happened:
Jakob calls me up. It’s like 6:30 or a little after 6:30 and he tells me I gotta get down to Schroeder’s fish house cuz she was gonna be there and they were gonna try to get her to take off her clothes.
And I was like, “Alright! Fucking yes, finally some action.” Cuz I was at Kowalczyk’s trailer with Big-tits Banyon, who I’d been trying to jug-fuck for like five weeks,