Tues. May 27 Noonish

A sidewalk table on Larchmont. The weather is foreign. I noticed it myself. Then while I was sitting here reading the newspaper, a woman walked in and remarked to the grocer, "What's with the weather today? It feels like Korea." "Have you ever been there?" asked the grocer, who I assume is Korean. "No," she answered. So I'm sitting here writing and looking up when it sounds like a girl is walking by. A girl I met a few weeks ago, and who came to our BBQ a few days ago, just walked by. We recognized each other, and she bent to where I'm sitting for a kiss. At one point I was wearing her sunglasses. There was a sticker on the inside that said, "Porno Star."

Two girls on the otherside of a small tree or a large plant I can't name are throwing around the word 'like' quite generously. "You know what? I, like, took a lot of vitamins yesterday, and I, like, feel totally better." Valleyspeak will never die.

Debra has gone next store for a coffee and may return for a spell before she must head up to the production job she's working on in Hollywood. Hmmm. Some commercial, she said. I bought a Kerns papaya juice. Debbie left. She said she was trying to quit coffee. A guy borrowed my newspaper. Another walked by singing "Buffalo Soldier". Last night, Shirelle and I watched "Dances with Wolves". Everyone looks Jewish today. I'm reading the book All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy. A guy asks if I'm doing my morning pages. He asked about The Artist's Way. I said I'd read it, about a year ago. He spotted a buddy, called his name, and said. "See you later, man." He'd said he was a guitar player. Another girl sits at the table here now chatting with her friend about a coffee bar job for which she said the interview was like a cult recruitment. She has a diamond in her lip. I dreamt of being pierced last night. I forget where. Sounds latent homo. The other girl wants to know what the money to the DMV is used for. The other is at a loss to explain. So the first has surgery next week. She says they'll be operating on her skull. She said she went through the seven stages of death. I forgot my watch. There's plenty more to do. That stupid parking ticket. Mail Jan's card.