01-27-05 - 9:01 p.m.
i sat through a class on counterfeit money today. yes, authoratative secret service agents with guns and badges provided donuts and coffee and a two hour powerpoint presentation on how to spot bad money. when they asked if anyone had seen "to live and die in LA", i was the only one who raised my hand. then, distracted senior citizen that i am, i spent the rest of the lecture daydreaming about willem dafoe, gorgeously naked, tossing big piles of money into a fireplace, snarling; "it's no good to me after they've handled it!"