As heard outside Jose Canseco’s kitchen window.

Dec 30

Morning-
Jose: “I said, make me some f*cking coffee!”

Afternoon-
nothing

Evening-
nothing

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Jan 2

Morning-
Jose: “That’s what I said. Two hundred pages including the index.”
(pause)
Jose: “Then f*ck you too, Don!” (sound of phone hanging up)

Afternoon-
Jose: (chuckles) “No, Larry. Larry. I said I was surprised A-Rod wasn’t named in the Mitchell Report. Then, later, several days later, I said I was writing a sequel to “Juiced.”
(pause)
Jose:(laughs) “Larry. Larry, excuse me. You know me, ok Larry? You know me. The public knows me.”
(pause)
Jose: No, no. (laughs) You’re the king, Larry. (laughs loudly)  You’re the King.”

Evening-
Jose: “Where the f*ck is my E.R. box set?”

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Jan 3

Morning-
Jose: “So what you’re saying is that I need to talk slower?”
(female voice, indecipherable)
Jose: “Well, if I talk too slowly then it’s not going to be good, you know? I need to get in some kind of flow if I’m going to…”
(female voice, indecipherable)
Jose: “No, I mean…that’s why I stand. That’s why I walk around. I need to get in some kind of flow. I need to flow, I need to talk fast. I need the whole thing.”
(female voice, indecipherable)
Jose: “No. No. The bats not going anywhere. Listen, if you can’t write fast what am I paying you to do? I mean, what…what the f*ck is your job if you can’t write fast?”

Afternoon-
Jose: “Hello. Yeah, Don? She’s gone.”
(pause)
Jose: “Yeah, she left this morning. She went home. Or I kicked her out. I don’t f*cking know. Point is she’s  gone.”

Evening-
nothing