Nobody feels good about what happened last night. I can’t describe the feeling of driving up to the restaurant and seeing all those police cars. And I wasn’t even there for the worst of it.
The paramedics were understanding. They say in Denver, they understand autism outbursts, that it’s a medical issue not a criminal issue.
But the cops are trained to respond instantaneously to threats and that could so easily end in tragedy.
It scares me. It scares me all the time. What if…in a moment that is out of control…I can’t protect my brother.
None of these guys are available. I’ve gotta keep living my life until I bump into one that is.
Whenever I go to trade shows, something always happens that offends me. Usually involving a married guy.
Dealbreakers:
1. Drives a Corvette
2. Favorite Band is Counting Crows
3. Is Italian (Brian added that. He said, “Cuz they will definitely cheat on you.”)
4. Is married.
Yeah, seriously. That last one should be obvious.
Venice Beach Recharge. Spent the morning running to Santa Monica and all around. Played hoops in Venice. Finally found the canals.
This balcony has a view of a hidden gorilla.
Junior Seau, second former pro football player to shoot himself in the heart, not head, believed to be so his brain can be studied whether football caused brain damage. Brain damage presents as Alzheimer’s/dementia symptoms, and uncontrollable and severe mood swings.
I can’t stop thinking about this.
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2012/05/03/SPJA1OD7H1.DTL