Operating on a B bender telecaster.
I told a friend that I was going for a run and having a cigar afterwards. Then I thought about it. Hey, I’m redefining “travel” and “luxury” in the age of Covid-19.
Lupo de notte.
S.J.Perelman: “a dreary industrial town controlled by hoodlums of enormous wealth, the ethical sense of a pack of jackals, and taste so degraded it befouled everything it touched. I don’t mean to sound like a boy Savonarola, but there were times, when I drove on the Sunset Strip and looked at those buildings or when I watched the fashionable film colony arriving at some premiere at Grauman’s Egyptian, that I fully expected God in his wrath to obliterate the whole shebang. It was — if you’ll allow me to use a hopelessly inexpressive word — dégoûtant.”