W 5-13-98 6:40 PM
From room 33, ESL1A, Pio Pico Elementary school. Went out to the Lava Lounge last night. Didn't talk to anyone. Ate a ham and cheese croissant today and a meatball sandwich and a hard old bagel that I softened in the microwave and put cream cheese and jelly on, and three slices of toast and margerine with peanut butter. Modchill stopped by with what he called Le Pew. I took my tax refund up to the credit union. What else? I read some of the paper today. I proably ought to iron my clothes and go to bed at a sensible hour tonight. What else?
5-17-98 Su 4:30 PM
From the Getty. Been walking around with Mike and Kendoll and Florelle. I can barely keep my cynical-bastard attitude under control. I peeled off. I'm by myself now. We're supposed to meet up front. Here comes Shirley Feldman. She was telling a catshit story in the car on the way here. I didn't know why. She told it completely humorlessly. I don't want to go into it. It was a pointless revelation of her scatological mentality. I did think it was funny as we drove west down Wilshire that a statue of all-American-values icon John Wayne stands in front of sleaze-meister Larry Flynt's offices. What shall I do about supper tonight? Wonder when I'm gonna fall for somebody new and vice versa. I got Sinatra tunes trotting through my ears. The girls from Philly took pictures with us. We said we were going to exchange numbers, but we didn't. I read most of the sports page this morning, but that's it. I've got to read some more Bible. I forget what book I'm in. One of the prophets. A girls sits next to me wearing blue tights. She's shading her eyes from the sun with her hand. It's a pretty pose. I am the frustrated, out-witted satyr.
From room 33, ESL1A, Pio Pico Elementary school. Went out to the Lava Lounge last night. Didn't talk to anyone. Ate a ham and cheese croissant today and a meatball sandwich and a hard old bagel that I softened in the microwave and put cream cheese and jelly on, and three slices of toast and margerine with peanut butter. Modchill stopped by with what he called Le Pew. I took my tax refund up to the credit union. What else? I read some of the paper today. I proably ought to iron my clothes and go to bed at a sensible hour tonight. What else?
5-17-98 Su 4:30 PM
From the Getty. Been walking around with Mike and Kendoll and Florelle. I can barely keep my cynical-bastard attitude under control. I peeled off. I'm by myself now. We're supposed to meet up front. Here comes Shirley Feldman. She was telling a catshit story in the car on the way here. I didn't know why. She told it completely humorlessly. I don't want to go into it. It was a pointless revelation of her scatological mentality. I did think it was funny as we drove west down Wilshire that a statue of all-American-values icon John Wayne stands in front of sleaze-meister Larry Flynt's offices. What shall I do about supper tonight? Wonder when I'm gonna fall for somebody new and vice versa. I got Sinatra tunes trotting through my ears. The girls from Philly took pictures with us. We said we were going to exchange numbers, but we didn't. I read most of the sports page this morning, but that's it. I've got to read some more Bible. I forget what book I'm in. One of the prophets. A girls sits next to me wearing blue tights. She's shading her eyes from the sun with her hand. It's a pretty pose. I am the frustrated, out-witted satyr.
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