Lazy in L.A.

Marion manages to avoid work for another week.

It sure is great to write a column the way you like. There is no fear of editors censoring you or complaining that your column is, “anecdotes about you getting drunk and fighting people who make you angry.”

Yes, lots of freedom to write about whatever I want to and nothing I really want to write about. Of course, there’s always the added benefit of not having to your editor pitch his horrible ideas for awful books. I think the last manuscript Tito was working on was an inspirational book on inspirational ghetto weddings called: Pimp my Bride.

Almost Credible: The Best Day in Los Angeles Ever.

Marion Cox get’s his ass kicked by a girl, but still wins in the end.

Since arriving in LA I had done the following things: performed an erotic sock puppet show for money, been harassed by airport security and had smoked weed with a 13-year-old whose mother had invited me there to have sex. We were mid-mission of GTA 4 when the boy’s mom, Jessica, came home with her father in tow.

Almost Credible: Out of Work Game Journalist vs. Los Angeles

Marion Cox flies thousands of miles to have sex with a woman he met on Xbox Live.

I arrived at LAX with a maxed out credit card and a bag full of socks. I had traveled to there to meet a 31-year-old English major I’d fallen in love with over Xbox Live. She had invited me to visit – maybe invited isn’t the right word.

We’d spent the last 2 weeks on Xbox Live playing Crackdown, Borderlands and most recently: Gay Tony. The night I made my mind up to visit her, we were playing robbers and were losing badly. Jessica, who I believe swears more than me, shouted “Fuck me, the cops have rocket launchers.”