YOUNG GOD

Clearly you haven’t taken a good look at the thing.. Dodge, isn’t it? Is that its name? Doug - What on earth inspired you to name him that? No wonder he’s pretty disturbing. Maybe I will - bring Chase and Roffi along, but I’m pretty sure they’d mistake Doug for a sock or something, Maybe even stand on him. Is this the latest look in fashion? Ridiculously boring without your favorite Aussie. 

I can’t tell if this is British slang or I’ve missed a chapter in two in the Los Angeles must know catch phrases.  I’m trying to write, get my muse back. I’m hosting a music show for MTV now, which is pretty alright.. Can’t complain, or shake those ties off.. not yet. It must - a city that ‘causes you to dwell is not your city. 

I think I need to flee Los Angeles once and for all. I woke up to the sight of a sucker on acid licking the condensation off the car window. I’m thinking Santorini. By the expression you’re wearing, I’d suggest the same.

Let’s go over that again - you saw a sucker on acid? Where the hell were you, Styles? As great as it sounds, I don’t think skipping off into the sunset with you is the best idea, work to be done and all. But can I ask - do you ever just get bored with the whole travelling non-stop? The country to country, different party and friends each night? Must be somewhat draining?

He was tucked away in the corner with a book in his hand. Yes, Tyler Bates would go to a cafe and sit in the corner with a snapback upon his head and a book covering his face. Today’s novel was 1984, a tale he had read over and over since high school. The whole plot line seemed so strange to some but to the Ozzie it all made sense. The crowd came and went all day, some coming to meet friends, lovers or exes of the past. Some, like himself, set alone and absorbed their thoughts in their phone, a paper, book, homework or the world that flew around them. As he brought his coffee to his lips, Tyler took a long sip as the now cooler liquid ran down his throat as his eyes darted to the outside world, the clouds appearing thick as  rumble rippled through the air; perfect reading weather. When a voice caught his attention, the blond put his cup to the table next to his book and let out a chuckle, “’Suppose it’s the caffeine kick?” he considered staring at the blonde beaut. “But you’ve got quite the smile, what’s making your so happy?”

“I know what you’re thinking – busted lip, bruised cheekbone. It doesn’t look good, but I can explain. I like to let people think it’s the aftermath of a fight, but really, it’s only the aftermath of a very excited white guy in a Kanye West mosh pit. King Kong almost took my eye out.”

And here I thought you got yourself caught up in a gruesome dog fight trying to separate your rat of a dog from a real one.  It doesn’t look great, Knox. Looks like you’ve been dragged under a bus, even ran over by the back wheels a few times. How was the gig, though?