Hair gel = no mullet. Whew!
So I was thinking about the song Like A Rolling Stone which I heard here yesterday on the Kinko’s sound system. It is a song of sneering at someone who just got his or her just desserts. I can imagine being a down and out homeless bum in Las Vegas, coming here to make it big and getting stuck here with nothing but bad habits and time to ruminate in self-loathing anger. And then you hear that song — a great song when you can put yourself in the first-person position of the singer, but an awful thing to hear when you identify with the subject toward whom the singer is spitting out the lyrics — and you cannot do anything but admit to yourself that you have lost. Self-inflicted devastation confirmed by great art, perhaps the cruelest agony.
The slim chance that it could be me keeps me in Los Angeles. Oh, and my career as an art critic (internal sarcastic chuckling may commence if you know anyone who would take that shit seriously as a career to brag about, I sure as fuck cannot).
And imagine being down on your luck AND having a mullet? almost as bad as being a success and having one!
Angels’ minor league team beat the Dodgers’ minor league team 6-2 Tuesday and lost 5-2 last night. two more games. It is a very relaxing atmosphere. Remember the names ROB QUINLAN and ADONIS HARRISON, they are going to be big league stars one day.
Gambling has been a mixed bag. I am ahead exactly $18 after hours of it – I keep scrupulous notes. Like, i can make more per hour working at a McDonalds. Oh yeah, it has been more fun than working at a McDonald’s.
My girlfriend arrives at the airport here tonight, so it is looking like a fun weekend. We will hit what little fine art there is in this town (there is art everywhere, but not much if it is fine) as well as big time dining – the restaurants here are the best.