That is clearly Celia Johnson on the left.

Brief Encounter?

Right back at you.

My (straight) friend Matt cried (with joy) when Paul Westerberg spit in his mouth while I worried about being crushed to death at a Replacements concert at Fender's in Long Beach.

I miss those days.

Nice!

Those foolish side dished never watch where they're going.

My first week at UCLA, my friend Shannon asked me to drive her through Beverly Hills to a specific corner, just so she could announce in a sing-song-y voice, "Here we are, Sunset & Camden!"

She will never NOT be my friend.

I didn't even know such a thing existed. Looks really great!

It took a while for me to delete mine, and it made me angry enough that I was finally able to go the full 30 days without logging onto that nasty site.

As to the actual tattoo, I'm going to guess Aram Saroyan's "M."

To F, or not to F...

The F for Reed would be used to get a good look at that penis tattoo.

I worked at a restaurant owned by one of the largest Democratic donors in the country and everyone came to more or less kiss his ring. I've encountered a lot of the big wigs in my day. Sadly, not Kerry!

FBI showed up instead of police, who asked if I was sure I copied the plate # right because those plates had been reported stolen the night before.

The experience didn't leave me filled w/ hope for the Kerry campaign...

They were part of Sen Kerry's presidential campaign committee. The guy's briefcase had his laptop inside it w/ Kerry's complete list of donors and other important info...

The guy was pacing the hallway inside muttering, "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" not entirely under my breath because I could clearly hear him. I talked with him and told him I'd reported the theft and given the plate #. His associate told me they'd also reported the theft...

In 2004, I witnessed a man smash the rear driver's side window of a black SUV & grab what looked like a briefcase. A BMW pulled up & the man jumped in and they sped off. I wrote down the license plate # and reported it to the police.

The owner of the briefcase was in our restaurant having lunch...

I picture you more as the "I've got some booze, let me close the bookstore for half an hour" type.

Go for the pets.

My aunt's (successful) obsession with getting her home on the cover of AD led to my uncle blocking the gate to her stately home with the ugliest junk car he could find, chucking the keys into the ivy, and filing for divorce.