The She-Male Rode with me to Bob's Frolic Room
12-18-96 Wednesday
I shoveled a pile of gravel into buckets this morning with the bearded guy with his Marcus Garvey button. We dug a trench along a sidewalk off Temple at the cactus garden where we'll put in some bricks and a wood fence.
12-19-96
Maybe I'll just let up on writing for a few weeks. Forcing it doesn't feel right lately. I'll just wait til I feel like it. Fuck gutting it out. I feel so unsatisfied. I'm at Dolores Restuarant on Santa Monica in West LA at the counter waiting on a beer and a BLT until the box office opens at the El Royale Theatre down the street where is playing "Breaking the Waves", a movie Linda Ashour said I "should see", and then she amended that saying, "How do I know what you should see, but I recommend it." I bought some books at the used bookstore. I don't know why. I'm not buying anymore books until I've read the ones I've got now. I want to get really drunk soon. Tomorrow will be my last day of community service.
12-21-96 Sat.
Man I'm having a hard time writing lately. I don't care. I have to write letters to Aunt Kay and to Cathy Howrad and to my dad and grandparents and e-mail Linda with my review of "Breaking the Waves". Today Shirelle and the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper and I went up to the Chinese to see "Beavis and Butt-Head Do America". It wasn't as funny as I had hoped. Jim Crack seems like a losing battle to me now. At the moment I'm worried about the tense and chronology: Is it too mixed up? The Thing's putting in a movie now called "Sling Blade". I finished my community service yesterday. Hugo and a guy who looked like Woody Allen and a big redheaded kid and I put in concrete and bricks around the cactus garden, and cut and notched wood posts for a fence around the cactus garden there on Temple northwest of downtown. Hugo gave me some publicity photos of Rochelle in her professional life as Holly Body, porn star. Zelin, the she-male, rode with me to Bob's Frolic Room II. I had three beers and bought her a couple rum and cokes and we talked about what to do with her homeless ass. She was just going to stay out and turn a trick, she said, if she didn't come with me. I called Shirelle. I brought Zelin to the house. She showered here and I gave her some milk and a banana and some vitamins.
I shoveled a pile of gravel into buckets this morning with the bearded guy with his Marcus Garvey button. We dug a trench along a sidewalk off Temple at the cactus garden where we'll put in some bricks and a wood fence.
12-19-96
Maybe I'll just let up on writing for a few weeks. Forcing it doesn't feel right lately. I'll just wait til I feel like it. Fuck gutting it out. I feel so unsatisfied. I'm at Dolores Restuarant on Santa Monica in West LA at the counter waiting on a beer and a BLT until the box office opens at the El Royale Theatre down the street where is playing "Breaking the Waves", a movie Linda Ashour said I "should see", and then she amended that saying, "How do I know what you should see, but I recommend it." I bought some books at the used bookstore. I don't know why. I'm not buying anymore books until I've read the ones I've got now. I want to get really drunk soon. Tomorrow will be my last day of community service.
12-21-96 Sat.
Man I'm having a hard time writing lately. I don't care. I have to write letters to Aunt Kay and to Cathy Howrad and to my dad and grandparents and e-mail Linda with my review of "Breaking the Waves". Today Shirelle and the Guatemalan Insanity Pepper and I went up to the Chinese to see "Beavis and Butt-Head Do America". It wasn't as funny as I had hoped. Jim Crack seems like a losing battle to me now. At the moment I'm worried about the tense and chronology: Is it too mixed up? The Thing's putting in a movie now called "Sling Blade". I finished my community service yesterday. Hugo and a guy who looked like Woody Allen and a big redheaded kid and I put in concrete and bricks around the cactus garden, and cut and notched wood posts for a fence around the cactus garden there on Temple northwest of downtown. Hugo gave me some publicity photos of Rochelle in her professional life as Holly Body, porn star. Zelin, the she-male, rode with me to Bob's Frolic Room II. I had three beers and bought her a couple rum and cokes and we talked about what to do with her homeless ass. She was just going to stay out and turn a trick, she said, if she didn't come with me. I called Shirelle. I brought Zelin to the house. She showered here and I gave her some milk and a banana and some vitamins.
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