If Not Bad, We’d Have No Luck At All
We ain’t smiling today. Rather we’re inclined to borrow that Doughboy helmet from the Legion Hall, keep it on until the shit storm of bad luck abates. So far the Taurus died, the HDTV crapped out, we spit out a filling and the other night somewhere along the Downtown art walk, our never-leave-home-without-it, credit card sized Sony T9 digital camera was lost, and we ain’t to blame.
The King Eddy Saloon is where Charles Bukowski-and John Fante before him-got liquored-up, absorbing the color and tales of the down and out. It remains a clean, well lighted place and there are no fights here. Rather, drama is contained to the pavement outside, where this morning a dead women was pulled out from under a black Cadillac after being dragged a half mile or so down Skid Row.
Cops Welcome Legman, I’ll be Back With My Board
Legman was warmly welcomed to the LAPD’s spanking new 437 million dollar headquarters the other day. Three floors up the brilliantly reflective façade of the L-shaped building a law enforcement management type is waiving at us!
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