Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

I have wondered for decades if the the lines
"Someone left the cake out in the rainAnd don't that I can take it'Cause it took so long to make itAnd I'll never have that recipe again"
were a joke. I found the answer!
https://waynerobins.substack.com/p/jimmy-webb-the-meaning-of-macarthur

He worked on The Celebrity Apprentice TV show as the Trump family's handler. He loathes them. When Trump decided to run for President, he tore up his enormous NDA and started telling the stories that had been kept secret for so long. He's a great writer and a fine guitarist.
Here is his Substack page: https://noelcasler.substack.com/
Here is his YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@NoelCaslerComedy
Here is my episode about a proposal for Trump's star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame: https://ridingthewildbubble.podbean.com/e/trump-s-star-on-the-hollywood-walk-of-fame-a-modest-alternative-proposal/
Check them all out!

Getting back to normal. Tooth fixed, nose reset. Gonna wash the dishes and polish my boots in the morning Monkey Blue is cuddled up next to me. Oxycodone kicking in, sleep approaching rapidly.

He makes beautiful music with it, but it pains me to look at Willie Nelson's guitar, Trigger. Below is a video of five facts about the guitar. I just learned he uses a guitar pick. That explains the hole.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7IKXJ9UJVA

The man chased us in his car around the neighborhood for a half-an-hour. We were terrified and thrilled. Looking back, I think it must have been performative on his  part. We never rang his doorbell to run away, again. Too scared.

Bye-bye to the old site, hello to the new.

I feel that change is in the air.

I went to a Starbucks this morning for a coffee. They were out of white sugar so I went to a hipster cafe nearby. All they had was "raw" sugar packets. That shit is not sweet and is absolutely not any healthier than refined white sugar.
It's just tribal virtue signalling.

That's right. These assholes were trying to rob my next door neighbor in the warehouse where I live. They didn't find anything. On their way out, they kicked down the between his space and mine and they saw me. They thought I could tell them where the money and weed was. I couldn't.
I'm glad they didn't kill me. They sure threatened to.