LaLa land

So I am off to California for a brief spell to investigate new ogrismo. It should be abundant. LA and San Fransisco can be off the charts bizarre with a good plethora of weirdos and freaks. Huge trees, hippies, junkies, schizo homeless, dramatic coastlines, giant fake boobs, blond hair bleached so many times it whistles, MAWs (model actress whatever), Asian food, and hopefully a visit to the Troubadour. I am looking forward to some fresh ogurt. And what better place than LA?

Word.

Whirling tornadoes lunch meat wrapper house for swamis.

Swirling funnel clouds touchdown upon the earth in random bursts. Suddenly they all collide into one gigantic, swooping tornado. Inside the funnel sits a fat man. A garbage swami. He hovers a few feet from the ground, crossed legged with his hands folded at his forehead, praying, meditating inside the dumpster gale. The howls of the tornado wind whir at his back. There is silence… Then he burps and quickly reaches out to the side of the tornado to grab at random garbage caught in the throes of the frenzied wind. He pulls his hand back holding a gas station ham sandwich wrapper and eats it. He burps again and returns to his prayers.

Never underestimate the hunger of a fat guy who likes to hang out around garbage. He may risk his life to feed, but he will feed. Yes… he will feed.