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Nov. 9 1:15 AM
Should I call Shirelle? Should I page Shirelle at her party? Should I bother anymore? We're supposed to have dinner at Steve's and An's. I watched Evander Holyfield drop Michael Moorer five times before an eighth round TKO. I watched next door at the old Jap Hawaiian's, Mel, who I talk sports with sometimes when he is out watering in front, like he always is. He invited me. His cousin, Larry, was there. Larry has some hard-to-describe deformity of the forearm that I didn't have the nuts to ask about. Fumi, Mel's mom was there, caring for her invalid husband. Only his eyes seem alive. Fumi and Mel kept offering refreshments. I had a Sprite and a jelly roll, but I managed to turn down the Chips Ahoy cookies. I would initially turn down whatever they would offer me, and then accept it the third time they asked because I was afraid I was being rude.
I went to pick up Mac's trippy friend, Jerald Peroni, over on Serrano near Ninth and Western. We drove to Reseda smoking a j where Mac's friend Marco had a black box that would allow us to watch the Pay-Per-View Michigan/Penn State game free. The Wolverines jumped out to a big early lead over the Nittany Lions. A girl, purported to be a twenty-one-year-old mother of two, fake-titted, bachelor-party stripper sat in my brother's lap. I was my uncomfortable geek self. I felt zero cameraderie with anyone there. I drove Mac and the girl and Jerry out to some broiler place. They all ordered food and I got a bourbon. Then when their food came, I ordered coconut shrimp. It was pretty good. I drank three beers. A good Missouri/Nebraska game played on the tv over the bar. After that, I dropped off Mike and drove Jerry back to LA. At his request, we went over Laurel Canyon so we could smoke a doobie. We parked under a billboard while I rolled it. I looked up warily for pigeons; we had the top down. I tried to push a little chunk under the armrest, but Jerry spotted it. We stopped at Shirelle's. She was getting her hair all fixed up. She was going to Demona's as usual. I asked her if she wanted to hang out. She didn't. Weird. This irked me, this turning of the tables.
I finished The Naked and the Dead and the Hillary Mills Mailer bio. I have to add ten pages to Jim in two weeks. I have to make stuff up for it, because my life is not interesting enough to supply any events or details. I'm too much a coward. You can't really live and write at the same time. Do I make the call? Do I get my five Bible pages out of the way? Start some real-life story? Work at Jim? Finish page.
Nov. 9 1:15 AM
Should I call Shirelle? Should I page Shirelle at her party? Should I bother anymore? We're supposed to have dinner at Steve's and An's. I watched Evander Holyfield drop Michael Moorer five times before an eighth round TKO. I watched next door at the old Jap Hawaiian's, Mel, who I talk sports with sometimes when he is out watering in front, like he always is. He invited me. His cousin, Larry, was there. Larry has some hard-to-describe deformity of the forearm that I didn't have the nuts to ask about. Fumi, Mel's mom was there, caring for her invalid husband. Only his eyes seem alive. Fumi and Mel kept offering refreshments. I had a Sprite and a jelly roll, but I managed to turn down the Chips Ahoy cookies. I would initially turn down whatever they would offer me, and then accept it the third time they asked because I was afraid I was being rude.
I went to pick up Mac's trippy friend, Jerald Peroni, over on Serrano near Ninth and Western. We drove to Reseda smoking a j where Mac's friend Marco had a black box that would allow us to watch the Pay-Per-View Michigan/Penn State game free. The Wolverines jumped out to a big early lead over the Nittany Lions. A girl, purported to be a twenty-one-year-old mother of two, fake-titted, bachelor-party stripper sat in my brother's lap. I was my uncomfortable geek self. I felt zero cameraderie with anyone there. I drove Mac and the girl and Jerry out to some broiler place. They all ordered food and I got a bourbon. Then when their food came, I ordered coconut shrimp. It was pretty good. I drank three beers. A good Missouri/Nebraska game played on the tv over the bar. After that, I dropped off Mike and drove Jerry back to LA. At his request, we went over Laurel Canyon so we could smoke a doobie. We parked under a billboard while I rolled it. I looked up warily for pigeons; we had the top down. I tried to push a little chunk under the armrest, but Jerry spotted it. We stopped at Shirelle's. She was getting her hair all fixed up. She was going to Demona's as usual. I asked her if she wanted to hang out. She didn't. Weird. This irked me, this turning of the tables.
I finished The Naked and the Dead and the Hillary Mills Mailer bio. I have to add ten pages to Jim in two weeks. I have to make stuff up for it, because my life is not interesting enough to supply any events or details. I'm too much a coward. You can't really live and write at the same time. Do I make the call? Do I get my five Bible pages out of the way? Start some real-life story? Work at Jim? Finish page.
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