ANNI GET YOUR GUN

*This is how I "GET IN THE ZONE" before I go work in the studio.

SPECIAL LETTER

Dear Ms. Rossi,
Will You be kind enough to make a precious gift of 2 hand-written ( not
printed ) autographs ( one for "BOB" and one another for my brother
"JASON" )? We shall be glad to receive Your original autographs sometime.
Thank You very much in advance ! We shall feel highly honoured.
We wish You all the good lucks and all the best always and everywhere ! Let
the successes and the joy of life accompany You in all Your deeds !
Sincerely,
BOB and JASON STOLYAROV,
ROSA LUXEMBURG ST. 50-11,
71112 BERDYANSK,
UKRAINE.

*First of all, I am flattered that someone would even want my autograph and I think it's great that the appeal of a signature is still in circulation.

Secondly, I have changed their names and address slightly for their privacy.

IT's in the mail boo boo!!

-Anni

GOTTA GO

I recently went out west on a visit to Los Angeles. I played a handful of shows and caught up with some old friends. I really enjoyed myself, although I can recall one particularly uncomfortable moment.

I spent a few nights in Valencia, just north of the city. A friend who had been attending college took a semester off and was staying with his parents to save some money. When they found out I was coming thru town they INSISTED I stay in their guest bedroom. Of course I was thrilled to have such a comfortable place to sleep for a few nights instead of my usual couch surfing. They even picked me up from the airport. We had a lovely first evening together. I made lasagna and we all sat and ate out on the patio together and had a bottle of wine they had been saving from their trip to greece last year. We were having such a nice time, we didn't realize it was 1 am and way past their bedtime.

"Goodnite sweetie. Just holler if you need anything. We are RIGHT HERE"

my friends mother said as she pointed firmly to her bedroom door next to mine.

"Thank you. I'm sure I have everything I need."

i said as i gave her a peck on the cheek good night

I shut the door to my room and realized there was a big white cage at the foot of my bed. There was a bird inside. I was so tired and slightly buzzed from the wine, I didn't mind. I eventually dozed off. I awoke in the middle of the night because I had to pee. I lifted the covers off and walked over to the door. I twisted the knob, but it wouldn't turn. I messed with the lock, but still no luck.

I started to feel a little antsy, but i still kept my cool. I tried again and again, still wouldn't budge. I started knocking on my door in hopes that my friend accross the hall would hear me and come let me out. When that didn't work I tried calling his cell phone. After a few calls with no answer and a good 15 minutes of trouble shooting with the door, I started looking around the room, I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. I spotted a plastic bag with birdseed in it. I took the bird seed out and peed in the plastic bag. I tied it up very carefully inside another couple of plastic bags and went back to sleep.

I woke up earlier than usual the next morning due to my jet lag. The door just opened right up now that the sun was shining. I hopped in the shower, when I came out my friend was at the bottom of the stairs and his mother was at the top holding what SHE THOUGHT was bird seed.

"I AM GONNA GO FEED THE BIRD IN THE GARAGE"

she said holding the bag at her side.

I frantically ran over to my friend and discreetly spoke in his ear once I realized what she was holding.

"OM. YOU HAVE TO TAKE THAT BAG AWAY FROM YOUR MOM SOMEHOW. IT'S A LONG STORY, BUT THERE IS PEE IN THAT BAG. I GOT LOCKED INSIDE THE GUEST ROOM LAST NIGHT. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO."

He was really cool about it.

"MOM. I'LL DO IT. GIVE ME THE BAG."

he said calmly

As soon as he got the bag in his hand we both started cracking up. I ran up to the guest room and he told his mother what happened.

"I FEEL SOOO BAD ANNI. YOU ARE SO SWEET. I HOPE YOU DON'T FEEL EMBARRASSED. WE HAVE BEEN MEANING TO GET THAT DARN DOOR FIXED FOR AGES"

she said soothingly after I came back downstairs.

I say:

"IT'S OK. I JUST HOPE YOU DON'T THINK I AM REALLY WEIRD"

BARGAIN at the ATM

I've been spending a lot of time in a very Italian neighborhood in East Williamsburg. I really enjoy it. I come from a big Italian family myself (on dad's side), so I find the site of biscotti thru a bakery window, fresh pasta, well kept nails and eyebrows, lots of arm movement/hand gestures, and gaughty interior/exterior decorating very comforting as I adjust to my new life in Brooklyn.

There are several friendly faces I see almost every day, I even get a wink from some of them and I smile warmly in return because it's so nice to interact with people in a neighborhood where they at least make some effort to make you feel welcome.

My friends in the neighborhood who didn't grow up here always talk about the presence of the Mafia around these parts, but I'm not one to speculate even though some of them claimed to have "heard this" or "seen that" supporting they're around. I told these friends of mine about a strange experience I had and they were certain I had interacted with a couple of gangsters, but who knows.

here it goes:

I was meeting my friend Jasmine for a BLT at 6 pm. As we met up on the corner, I realized I needed to get cash. We spotted an ATM right accross the street at this bar I've always passed walking to the train. Usually there are 4 or 5 guys sitting in lawn chairs out front and they're always friendly and give a wave and a wink in my direction.

As I was about to put my card in, I felt a shadow of a small group of men from behind.

SOME OLDER ITALIAN GUY:

"don't put ya card in sweetie. you don't wanna do that"

ME:

"oh is it broken or something?"

akwardly smiling as I waited for my card deets to register

SOME OLDER ITALIAN GUY:
"no. no. your account number is gonna go down....you don't want that sweetie"

he said as he pulled out a HUGE wad of cash in a money clip - speaking in a soothing tone.

ME:
"OH"

i said half laughing/half gasping

SOME OLDER ITAlIAN GUY:
"Here. How much ya need? I just wanna give you some money. You don't need to give me nothing for it. I just.....ur a beautiful girl and I ah....... I ah..... wanna give you some money - thats all."

ME:

"OH- I'm really flattered........"

pondering for a moment, wondering what the right play is and what would happen if i did or didn't accept the offer.

" BUT......I CAN'T TAKE YOUR MONEY"

mouthing "DAMN" to myself as I walked away with my friend and $60 less in my bank account, but who knows what the outcome would've been if i would have taken it.

I've had other offers over the last couple of months to buy food, drinks, even shoes. I decided to accept my first offer last week. A nice older Italian man insisted on paying for my Italian Ice, and I let him because I'm really trying to save money right now. and of course - it would have been rude to refuse, after all it was only $2 and that felt ok.

Hope you are enjoying that early fall weather :) - ARX

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND

Have a Good One!
love, anni xo

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Girls Talking on the Train

I was riding the train back into brooklyn yesterday, and I heard this girl giving advice to her other girlfriend about making her current guy jealous. It went a little something like this if i remember correctly:

"When your talkin 2 him on the phone, click 2 the other line and say, o hold up leeme get diz, den wait a few minutes,just press the mute button, and click back 2 him, say another guyz name, like, o sorry carlos ima talk 2 you later, and when he says, its jason or watever, b like o ma bad, hold up, wait 2 more minutes, and click back 2 your guy...workz great"

caught my ear for sure.....lol
ax