Soul Coughing - Screenwriter’s Blues 1994 (get it)

Since I’ve been working at the coffee shop, this song has played off my iPod on random more than normal. I look at all the faces, bathed in the glow of their laptops, and wonder if they’re listing. I wonder if they hear it, and get the joke. Or if they’ve just come to Los Angeles to fuck a model and go to Reseda to die.

As I type this, I realize it is 5am in Los Angeles. And, I hope I’m getting the joke.