I got bed bugs, and considered it a blessing. I had to throw out my bed, and never realized how much I love to sleep on the floor. The bed bugs are gone, but fuck beds! Sleeping on the floor is my prayer. 6 years ago, they towed away my car while I was in jail. My father insisted I needed a car. I didn't want it, but he said a grown man needs to own a car. What the fuck ever. so when my girlfriend at the time visited me in jail, she told me through the glass, "no more car". "the boot" it took up half the visit time because I couldn't understand what she was saying. I used to think I was hard of hearing, but now, I think it's just my brain. I was upset because at the time, I lived in my car, but I got through it. All my shit was in there. Well, not shit, . . . some clothes some random trinkets I kept for no discernible reason. But, I survived and what not. I'm here whatever. My TV broke, so I started reading lots of books. shitloads and shitloads and shitloads of books. I can't get enough of it. My library card is my most prized possession. And, I grew up thinking it's supposed to be good for you to read books. I'm not so sure of that now. Like, oh yeah, I'm smart, I read books. You don't have to be smart to read books. It's mental junk food. I got this thing. This is going to sound even stupider than what I've said already, but here goes: I bought a dictionary at Rite Aid, and it's stupendous. Whenever you don't know what a word means, you look it up in the dictionary. I think that's a great thing. What the fucking hell does this word mean? You open the book, and there it fucking is in blazing glory, and all you people can eat shit. It's a great way to conduct an argument too. Don't say anything at all. Just open up the dictionary to words they use wrong. And try to have sex with them. Never forget that. And listen to 97.1. It's my contribution to evilizing the world. I get into customer's cars, crank up the AC full blast, crank up 97.1 and then I drive by this girl's work that I like all along with the mantra repeating in my head, "EVILIZE THE WORLD. EVILIZE THE WORLD. EVILIZE THE WORLD." Take pleasure when you get it, and enjoy the pain even more. And lo and behold, whatever the fuck that means, I had "I want your disco stick" up full blast, and she was out there washing the windows. I couldn't believe my eyes when she got down on her knees. It was a green light. I was supposed to take a right. I wouldn't. I refused. There was a car behind me. Fuck them anyways. I had twenty Steel Reserves and a half hour nap before work. I was fine. Good to drive. Just gawking. There's no harm in that. Being a creep: that's my expertise. Focus on what you're good at, and I'm very good at that. I stopped off at the Ivar Hollywood library to drop off this shitty Philip K. Dick book. "Solar Lottery"? Have you read it? It sucks. I still enjoyed it though. He wrote it in the fifties. He refers to a black person as a "Negro", and all the female characters are these total helpless, pathetic victims that just need a good man to protect them. It was not news to me. I mean, I've heard about all that fifties shit, but even Philip K. Dick's mind was a victim to that. Wow! Stranger in a Strange Land: same shit. It's a bunch of bullshit if you ask me. Also, Brave New World, same stupid bullshit. These "Negros" and "dames" are just in need of a few good white men to help them along. and a working library card. Pay your fucking fines!, assholes! and never forget to stalk. Stalk relentlessly. Find out where she works and lives and ride your bike by at least three times a day. Maybe she'll notice you some day and hope you go away.