Walking past this building, I said to myself, “I’ll have to eat at this restaurant one of these nights”.

Then I noticed the sign on the building: “IMAN Cultural Center”. Embarrassment and white guilt followed.
Walking past this building, I said to myself, “I’ll have to eat at this restaurant one of these nights”.
Then I noticed the sign on the building: “IMAN Cultural Center”. Embarrassment and white guilt followed.
On Wednesday, California Federal Judge Vaughn Walker ruled Proposition 8 unconstitutional. But who is Vaughn Walker? Here’s a list of the things I recently learned about Walker that are hard to believe:
I’m not new to destructive redneck behavior. After all, I did grow up in Lodi, California, a town know for crazy, white trash idiots, and for being the inspiration for the Creedence Clearwater Revival song “Lodi (is Full of Crazy, White Trash Idiots)”. But a yard sale I saw Friday in sophisticated Culver City really took the hillbilly cake.
Some of the unsurprisingly insane things at this bazaar included:
Yesterday was one of my more crippling-depressiony days: I ran out of milk, bit my tongue, and found out that Law & Order had been cancelled two months ago.
“I swear”
Naturally, I decided to kill myself. So down I went to Bob’s Noose and Prescription Painkiller Shoppe, but alas, it’s closed on Wednesdays. This made me more depressed, and therefore, in a cruel twist of fate, more suicidal.
I wondered if my choice was a bit brash, so as I walked, I looked for a sign to show me I was wrong about the meaninglessness of life. At the corner, a tough gang-banger helped an old woman onto the bus; across the street, a man pulled a baby from a runaway stroller, saving it from a speeding truck; in front of me, models handed out free tickets to the blowjob booth at AdultCon. Nope, I couldn’t find a single thing to compel me to give life one more shot. Off a-suicidin’ I went.
But then, salvation appeared to me, in the form of a bus stop poster for the upcoming Zac Efron film, Charlie St. Cloud:
Specifically, salvation appeared as the tagline on this poster, “Life is for living”. Never before had I heard a mantra for existence put so elegantly. It was simple, yet, philosophically, as deep as Zac Efron’s emerald green eyes. Just four simple words: Life. Is. For. LIVING. Mind you, I have no desire to actually see Charlie St. Cloud. From everything I know about the film (see above poster), I assume it’s a cross between The Notebook and Smallville, minus Rachel McAdams and superpowers (basically, the only two things I will watch, read, or join a message board for).
I’ve spent countless hours with this picture.
But I do owe a “thank you” to Charlie St. Cloud: The Poster for giving me a new lease on life. The least everyone who reads this can do is go and buy a ticket to Charlie St. Cloud: The Movie.
Plus, Ray Liotta’s in the movie, so hopefully, it won’t be totally gay.