I’m not into enemas but there was a guy living around the corner from Bob Hope who was. Seems this guy died recently. At the estate sale I was climbing through the garbage pile in the backyard, and found boxes and boxes of enema and rubber fetish gear, including an audio tape letter containing some of the freakiest shit you’ll ever hear. (I’ve transferrall 90 minutes to CD, email me if you want a copy.)

My friend GJ put two pieces of the recording online here and here. (NSFW)

The two pics below were the tamest of the 400 or so I found. The first one is a man wearing an adult diaper, probably holding in an enema (I like the painting though), and the other is possibly the same man after having an enema blowout in his jeans. More of the photos will be in the first issue of Dirty Found magazine, out this fall.

"Fucking faggot!" was yelled at me from a passing pickup in Hollywood yesterday. I’m sure it was my "Marriage is totally gay!" bumper sticker that caught his attention. But how refreshing, how old-school.

I made ambrosia salad for 500 people this weekend for a friends show, "God Bless Americana." It tastes best when served in a tropical hat.

Had a great party for the launch of my book, “Obscene Interiors,” book and print collection. Restauranteur, Fred Eric, tickled our tummies and eyes with bizzaro cheese towers among other eats.