Knox Bronson ~ Riding The Wild Bubble

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.

The most impactful men I have encountered, with such bland, commonplace names.

Kinda speaks to me at the moment. I didn't realize he died at 39. A drinker and a smoker and a philanderer, he died primarily of a lung infection. Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas 1914–1953 Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good

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THE GENTLEMANLY ART OF SPANKING—The Rise and Fall of the HoneyBun Empire; Riding the Wild Bubble— Berkeley To Frisco To Hollywood To Las Vegas & Back; Intimations Of Immortality On The Technicolor Lam, Sober is now available as print-on-demand at Lulu.com. Paperback edition with B&W illustrations available here. Hardcover edition with color illustrations available here.

Kind of a re-release with new cello and trumpet arrangement. 

Nothing adds up about the so-called assassination attempt against the Republican candidate for president. 

You’ve heard of selfies with no face tune? This is me with no look good.

In about three weeks, the old website is going to disappear. And in its place will rise a new pixels at an exhibition, with multiple contributors and curators, will appear. It’s still taking shape in my brain. Contributors are welcome. Get in touch! Stay tuned.

I am laughing about J.D. Vances attack on Kamala Harris, and the Democrats, calling us a bunch of childless cat ladies. I am a cat lady and I have two sons and two grandchildren.

I prefer this version to the one on the album, but both are great. I just love the more delicate sound that reflects the very vulnerable and fragile state he was in, having escaped the cocaine-feuled hellscape that almost killed him in Los Angeles.