Taking some time to write some more down. Maybe some day it’ll be a book? Maybe some day it won’t be shit. Right now, it’s “Outside Of Los Angeles”. Enjoy.

“Fat Matt’s got a place up in Cayucos now. Don’t see him much here anymore. Better watch your ass if he’s in town, probably means he’s looking for whoever sees him in their peripheral vision. That’s one bad dude, Fat Matt. He’s got Bud Winchell’s nose in a pickle jar filled with rubbing alcohol. Keeps it right by his gun safe. Bud was the guy to go to when limos were a thing, before the Armenians blew it. Now everyone gets around town with ride share. Bud Winchell sold limos, repaired limos, set prices for corporate limo accounts, and franchised limo services throughout Los Angeles. He got tickets to every game and front row seats to every show. Also moved a lot of weight for us. Girls too. Bud was good people until he wasn’t. Stupid shit always sinks the ship. Bud had too many girls, too many drugs, and too many enemies. Fat Matt picked up the note to reign him in. Used one of Bud’s own limos to ride down to Hermosa for the tune up. Bud was not happy for the visit, which is understandable, but he fucked up big time when he called Fat Matt a fat fuck. Nobody calls Fat Matt fat, it’s just not done. Fat Matt took a box cutter and sliced off Bud’s nose. That screwed up business for a minute or two but everybody got over it. Bud’s limos fell by the wayside, so did Bud. Fat Matt moved up to Cayucos. Weight still moves through us. Girls too.”