Found near a gas station on Highland in June 2007. It reminds me of the time I was sitting on a curb in Long Beach with about ten of my friends after playing a show. We were casually discussing Pynchon and politics when a homeless man walked down the street. He stopped in front of me, and our eyes connected. "Hey, Alanis," he said. "Fuck you, bitch!" And then he continued walking.
What could this mean? Do I look like Alanis Morissette? I do enjoy keeping one hand in my pocket while flashing a peace sign with the other, or playing the piano with the other, or giving a high five with the other. But more importantly, why was the homeless man so offended by Alanis (Morissette or otherwise)? Was the homeless man really Dave Coulier? Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in the theater? Be thankful that I'm here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away. You, you, you oughta know.
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Comment Comment Comment. Sometimes, Jenna... You're lucky I'm a coward. Anyhow, while not up there with mutant troll gardeners, this one is quite nice. Kudos.
P.S. There are no pegs in the land of Luuuurrrvvvv.
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