Today’s soundtrack: warm it up Kane...warm it up Kane....
Today at 7:02pm: Hapkido, hapkido, hapkido. I have a long way to go.


After the shoot last night yes, my place was a wreck, but Emi was exhausted and in no shape to clean it. “I’ll do it tomorrow, I promise,” she said, through eyes glazed from stress.

I wasn’t too worked up about it; last night the New Neighbor had me and Shady over for dinner. She whipped up sea bass with ginger, beef stewed with enoki mushrooms, spicy chicken and some type of Chinese vegetable. Holy shit it was good, like I almost asked for the check after the meal.

Came home early today, loosened the tie around 4pm. Walked into my apartment to find it spotless! All the junk from the shoot was gone! The furniture straightened and replaced! The floor had been mopped! There was even a vase of flowers on the kitchen table and a long thank-you note.

I’m in the middle of reading the note when Emi comes out of the bathroom and screams. It was a long scream, too. “Ohmigod you scared me!” she said, after she finished screaming. “I thought you were at work!” Little on the high-strung side I guess you could say. But she did a bang-up job on the cleaning--she even replaced the toilet paper! I’m impressed by details.

Lam and I have been talking about taking another roadtrip, and something just materialized. Eggtart’s talking about Toronto. She’s already got people lined up, looks like it’s gonna be late October.

I’ve been hot to see Vancouver but never thought I’d go to Toronto. I mean, I guess I like the thought of going to Toronto better than I like the thought of going to, say, Manhattan’s west 50s (god I hate that neighborhood) but it never seemed like a destination to me. No offense Alex, don’t go getting all Ferrigno on me. But yeah, we’re coming up to your world, break out the maple syrup and whatnot.

Eggtart’s got fam up there so we’re all crashing at her place. Alex I’d ask to crash at your place to lighten her load, but your house sounds like a den of filth and treachery. Word up your place sounds like jail with kimchi. I bet your roaches have been there so long they’ve evolved, all walking around on their hind legs, building primitive tools and shit. Hahahahaha.

Toronto’s a 10-hour drive, that kind of blows. You could watch “Titanic” three times and spend an hour hating yourself in that time. You could get a good night’s sleep in that time. Alex’s roaches could learn to develop primitive trading societies with their own codes of social interaction in that time. Well, whaddaya gonna do.

Anyways you want anything from New York, Lexx? Cheesecake, pizza, can of Raid, you name it. Better yet I’ll bring a Brooklyn roach up there to introduce American roach technologies and foment revolution. Onward; Toronto-ho.