Cheer up, sleepy Jean. The Flappers show. The Irishman trailer. Sonny Black. Ice House auditions, round 2. A (relatively) quick bit about the awful shootings. Diet Coke Bandit, putting in work. Chicken tender hangover.

What (stupid) dreams may come. The Guatamalan chick from my old apartment building. Once Upon A Time In Hollywood. Friday night at Home Depot. Best July ever.

The Diet Coke Bandit and ol Xenomorph mouth. Fuck: Stranger Things Season 3, Spider Man Far From Home, Marvel Phase Four, and the new Mr. Rogers movie. The San Francisco Kid. Once you go black, you often go back. Eddie Murphy ruminations.

Pumping Iron. Why I got a yellow Mustang. Getting noticed. Ate a hot one at the Ha Ha, did one up in Ventura. Ass treeks. Black female James Bond.

Jeremy Renner. Headlights. Jay Mohr. Buffalo 4th of July trip, and the Mark Normand interview. New York state of mind.

In Buffalo on vacation from Los Angeles, I catch up (and mustard) with one of my favorite comics, Mr. Mark Normand. Listen as I nervously and inorganically fumble through an hour of conversation with him, because I'm a starstruck idiot. (That doesn't usually interview people)

Danish people are from Denmark. The times I made guys in my favorite metal bands laugh back when I was a lad. The old porn star who may or may not be working at the Ralphs deli counter near me. A solid 5 minutes. "Temple Of Doom is racist," and other ways liberals are making entertainment truthful and fun. The Man Who Wasn't There. Woke hosts. My brother's daughter-son.

Subway employees are the best & brightest. I complain about the weather. Metallica pseudonyms? Eulogy for the black chick. (She'll be back) Flappers show. Dr Sleep and the Irishman and I hated Get Carter, the old My-ko Caine movie. Ron Jeremy looks like shit. Give Sarah Huckabee Sanders a fuckin break.

Black people at the crosswalk. My gramps at D-Day. Straight pride parade, and parades in general. Stand up with the sound off. Captain America 2, John Wick 3. Saturday night mics. The hardest cup of coffee. The Baja chicken bowl at Baja Fresh. (It didn't go well)

I have a dream. Big chill at the Ice House. Peter Lorre. More like Robert BAT-tinson. Fuck juke (joot?) boxes.