LETTERS FROM LALALAND
Saw on CNN yesterday where a large group of Japanese cars here in America are being recalled for defective seat belts. The Japanese say it is really not a product defect but rather “leftover food, drinks, and dirt” causing the problem.Apparently they’ve been looking in the back seat of my 19 year-old Pontiac.
I can’t believe the level we’ve sunk to in the Japanese-American trade wars: now they’re calling us pigs. Do Japanese people not eat and make love in their cars as we do? Must be a cultural thing, because I know (having lived in Tokyo myself) that they could use the additional recreational space.
Been hanging out at the coffee clubs up on Sunset Blvd trying to catch up on my daily requirement of L.A.-style psuedo-Eurotrash culture. I’m getting to the point where I can actually taste the difference between Bolivian and Columbian coffee beans. At $3 a cup, I don’t think my palate will ever fully mature, though.
Bought some Harley Davidson riding boots and that motorcycle wallet that clips on to my lizardskin belt with a chain. Bought them down at Venice beach where I was shopping for a stainless steel cross to wear around my neck. I think the combination of cross and biker boots confuses some people, until they see my “Go To Hell” Marine belt buckle.
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