Matt Cooper’s Blog

Here’s a sweet little number. I caught this one on the morning drive to work. I snapped the picture while driving so you can only see one half but I’m here to tell you that the other half is just as awesome. I’m a sucker for tuck-and-roll with gold trim—but who isn’t. Also, I thought the house is supposed to be brown and the grass is supposed to be green?

So last week I shot out to CVS to pick up some cat food at around 10pm. When I pulled back up to my house I see there’s this sofa just quitetly sitting on my corner, on fire. So I run into my house and grab a fire extinguisher, run back outside, and put the thing out. The flames were getting up to about 8 feet! The fire department came a few minutes later, drenched it and drove away.

The burnt sofa hung out on the corner for a few more days until one day it disappeared.

I’d like to introduce you to it’s replacement.

It looks like this corner is the best place in Van Nuys to dump your piece of shit sofa. I guess I should call someone…

I’m still getting my bearings in the Valley but I kinda know where I’m going now. As Sheila and I have settled in we’ve started to explore a little to see if there’s anything more to offer. On a recommendation of a friend we shot over to the Ranch Markets on Sepulveda. There’s and Asian one and an Armenian one just a few blocks away.

It’s fun to people watch. I saw and old guy dig LITERALLY to the bottom of a display of cabbage in an attempt to find the “good one”. You know they always keep the good ones at the bottom. I saw another dude thump like every watermelon he could get his hands on. I don’t know if he even bought one after all that. That dude was thumping up a fucking storm.

Later in the Asian version I ran into this.

This is an ice cream sandwich in the shape of a hamburger. Not gonna find that in a Ralphs. The best thing about these stores are that they are super cheap. We bought 5 bags of produce for 20 bucks even.

Jesus Kristofferson in a chicken basket. It’s 117º today in beautiful Van Nuys. All my friends from the westside always have to ask me if it’s hot. Yes, it’s hot. Kind of like being set on fire.

You know right as I took that picture a guy JOGGED RIGHT BY ME. Dude, it’s 117º, go see a movie or something. WTF!?