December 10 Tuesday
I got a miserable fuckin' cold. Today we jackhammered asphalt and hauled it away in wheelbarrows in the cold rain. The Czech photographer, Isabella, was on the crew, and a talkative negro, and a mixed-up boy of multiple facial piercings. Snot pours from my nose unabated. My throat is sore form the harshness of my sneezes. I told Zelin I'd give her a ride home, and she had a Russian redhead with her who needed a ride to Burbank and some other sheister who only wanted to be dropped at Gower. Isabella said she thought Zelin had been a man. I napped for a bouple of hours after a hot shower when I got ho