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Sunday, Jan 9th, 2005 - 10:36PM




Diana & HP5. Malibu a few weeks ago.

It’s still raining.

I’ve decided to tap into my American Indian blood by putting on my gortex gear and doing a Sundance in my sinking backyard. Okay... So I’m only a quarter Indian. And my tribe didn’t Sundance. But why not use what you got, right?

Most of the roads were closed into Laurel Canyon today and it’s damn spooky up here. The streets look like rushing waterfalls and I’ve hardly seen a soul all day. But I did see two houses slide down the mountain when I went out for rations. Scary.

What sticks in my mind the most today, is the dirty, mauve colored, velour couch slowly sliding down Laurel Canyon Blvd. and the blue, granny sized undies floating by what used to be the John Holmes residence on Wonderland. Could have kicked myself for not having a camera on hand for that one.

Trying not to think about my near death experience, but the image of being tangled in live electrical wires like a fly stuck in a spider web haunted me for the last two nights. Not to mention the image of that poll missing me by inches.

Life’s fleeting, finite and fragile. And soggy.

As soon as these rains stop, I’m heading to Zuma, popping open a Guiness and dancing on the beach. I’ll toast you all.




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