i rode the bus today, from boston to springfield.
the man sitting next to me had a sling on his right arm and a bag of mcdonald's in his left.
he offered me his fries and i helped him open his box of chicken mcnuggets.
difficult thing to do with one hand. was glad i could be of service.
yesterday i flew on a plane from los angeles to boston.
i had a lovely aisle seat, intentionally selected, as usual.
had just settled in when a woman approached me, said she had the middle seat next to me and her husband had the middle seat across the aisle and would i be kind enough to switch with him.
of course i was happy to help.
i guess i'm just a happy person these days and i want other people to be happy.
so ya - i took my newly appointed middle seat and realized that the man next to me was significantly more smelly than the man in my previous row.
the man in the previous row wasn't actually smelly at all, and this new man was super smelly.
not much to do but smile at that point, and pretend not to notice.
which is bullshit.
i mean, i take the time to bathe. i do it almost every day. i then apply deodorant and lotion and maybe some perfume. i even dab on some makeup, lest my face should offend.
it's funny how concerned i always am about hurting the feelings of a smelly person. god forbid he notices me holding something in front of my nose. as if i am the one who should feel bad. god forbid i offend the person whose personal odor is causing my nostrils to retreat into my skull.
so now i'm back in my childhood room.
i've already gone through the usual rituals of looking through old photos, trying on all the jewelry left to me by dead (and some living) relatives, picking a few pieces to bring back with me...this time it's my mom's (very much alive!!!) charm bracelet. it's got lots of jew stuff on it, which is kind of ok with me in this case, because the bracelet is old and cool and fun to wear, and it was my teenage mom's.
that is, it was my mom's when she was a teenager as opposed to her being a teenage mom.
which might have been cool, actually, because at some point, probably around the time i turned 14, she would have started smoking pot with my friends and hitting on the boys i brought home, stopped counting the years, forgotten her actual age, and started to believe the men who pretended not to know that she was my mom in order to get with her, and by this point in my life, my mom would probably just say she was my sister. the sister i always wanted.
anyway - i found some bangle bracelets which were given to me for my bat mitzvah.
that's the one great thing about having been a fat kid - the kid stuff still fits! thanks to my fat 13 year old wrists, i can still wear this stuff. as anklets.
i'm happy to be here.
have to go back to LA early because there is lots of good stuff going on, and i have meetings to take and decisions to make and websites to rebuild and shows to plan and songs to record, and it's all cool as hell.
and my dog, too.
not sure if mom and dad like the new tattoo.
oh ya - there's a new tattoo.
here it is:
will fill you in on the events of tomorrow.
i think a trip to the mall is in order.
and then i'm taking a 57 mile bike ride with my dad.
and i'm competitive as hell, so stopping midway through the 4.5 mile, 2000 ft vertical rise hill is definitely out of the question!