Two nights ago—dream about being in a
convenience store and a guy with a shaved head gets hit over the head
with a bottle. It's actually Art Alexakis, from Everclear,
and I help him by putting alcohol on his cut head. He's hit by the
littlest kid in a group of young boys. Later, I'm in the bathroom
trying to pee, and a famous person, a woman, comes in—can't
remember who.
Last night—I'm in a radio studio—no,
a diner—Jim Rome, the sports radio guy is there, but he's
Hispanic—later, Native American—with long hair, very small and
frail looking—and he's also this character Smokey from The
Big Lebowski—played by Jimmie
Dale Gilmore. He's challenged to a fight by this asshole
producer—a real jerk guy, who looks like the Dancin' Kid in
Johnny Guitar. They're arguing and then setting up a fight.
The producer guy is such an asshole, I'm ready to start fighting,
too, but they set up the fight in a boxing ring—very official. The
producer has an entourage of assholes—the whole group of them are
speed freaks. We're sad about Robert Mitchum dying and proclaim him
the best actor ever, but the group of producers say that the best
actor ever is a guy named Awful Pilgrim who is in some movie I
haven't seen. It seems this producer guy knows Mark Eitzel, and I
think that's why Mark Eitzel hates so many people—the people he
knows are asshole record industry types. The fight is kind of a
travesty—with both guys acting up—Rome doing [word I can't read]
and some Native American war dance—and the Dancin' Kid wearing a
dress and a blindfold and running around.
