Not that I would know myself. But I sort of do know all the rest of it. Not that I’ve ever had an iPhone, or a house, but I lost an apartment I loved once. Chalk another one up to Dave Goldstein and John Heller.

"I'm a gay, unmarried Republican, living in LA, who lost my house and my iPhone. It sucks to be me. ©D.Barstow 2009 All rights reserved.

Re the caption, living in LA, vs San Fran or some other majorly gay city. I think it doesn’t have the San Fran cache, especially for gays. And maybe he hates the heat. The dry, searing heat and muddled looking curdled sky.

Also, LA doesn’t like Republicans. I wrote an anecdote in my general cartoon blog, Why I Did It, the other day, but I think it bears repeating here:

I told an editor at the LA Times that I had been maligned all over the internet, and that I was being called the “r” word. He said, “What do you mean?” I blushed a little (even though it was on the phone) and said, “r-acist“, and he said, “Oh. I thought you meant Republican.”  Those wacky LA Times editors! Oh, and it was Tony Pierce. :) Although he was cool enough to laugh about it. (He’s the blog editor for all the LA Times’ blogs.)

Two years ago I was at an annual New Year’s Day Open House, hosted by a rabid, sign-toting, activist friend. A raving Democrat, who goes to rallies, meetings, etc. The desserts are always fantastic and generous, so believe me, it’s worth it. The talk turned to who we hoped would get nominated for President. Not just talk: we had to raise our hands and actually vote. (Are all rabid Dems like this?) I didn’t know anyone’s name except for Hillary Clinton, and so I picked her, although I think I said I wanted Guiliani, but he had just bowed out. I remember that we had to vote twice for some reason, and so the hole got deeper. I blanked out at this point…

Funny how things work out.