The Question That Never Goes Away
Su 5:15 PM 4-11-99
Shirelle's getting ready. We're going out to eat. It's been raining steadily all day. I have been reading the paper. I wrote a meaningless fifteen minutes. I finished reading Matthew. It was disturbing and confusing and hard to believe. My lips are chapped. I've had a money order in my wallet for weeks and weeks. My brother gave it to me to pay me back for paying his fee on his credential. I have to go up to the credit union on Cahuenga by Universal City to deposit it. I figure I'll just blow the fifty bucks up there at Miceli's or something. Maybe I'll go up to City Walk and get a book, a CD, see a movie...7:17 PM We're at Miceli's. The waiters are belting out slightly-altered-for-humor selections from "The Sound of Music." Shirelle says, "You gotta get rid of that bed. I think you've got chintzes."
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Because I've got all these little bites."
"I don't have any bites."
"Well, I do, and you have chintzes.
"How come they only bite you?"
"I don't know. I notice them because I'm more sensitive than you are."
Red and white checkered tablecloths. A mural of a full-moon-lit Venice canal. And chintzes, supposedly. Should we walk up to City Walk from here? Should we see a movie? Or should we head back home. We drank a bottle of Maddelena Vineyard 1996 San Simeon Reserve Merlot. We ate a clam and garlic pizza and chicken cannelloni. I think I saw Senoritavilla's car in front of the new Los Feliz library. What else? Shirelle says she has to get her ring cleaned. She asked me if I thought there was someone better than her out there for me. I said, "That's always a tantalizing question for anyone, but even it there was, and I got with her, the question would always remain."
Shirelle's getting ready. We're going out to eat. It's been raining steadily all day. I have been reading the paper. I wrote a meaningless fifteen minutes. I finished reading Matthew. It was disturbing and confusing and hard to believe. My lips are chapped. I've had a money order in my wallet for weeks and weeks. My brother gave it to me to pay me back for paying his fee on his credential. I have to go up to the credit union on Cahuenga by Universal City to deposit it. I figure I'll just blow the fifty bucks up there at Miceli's or something. Maybe I'll go up to City Walk and get a book, a CD, see a movie...7:17 PM We're at Miceli's. The waiters are belting out slightly-altered-for-humor selections from "The Sound of Music." Shirelle says, "You gotta get rid of that bed. I think you've got chintzes."
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Because I've got all these little bites."
"I don't have any bites."
"Well, I do, and you have chintzes.
"How come they only bite you?"
"I don't know. I notice them because I'm more sensitive than you are."
Red and white checkered tablecloths. A mural of a full-moon-lit Venice canal. And chintzes, supposedly. Should we walk up to City Walk from here? Should we see a movie? Or should we head back home. We drank a bottle of Maddelena Vineyard 1996 San Simeon Reserve Merlot. We ate a clam and garlic pizza and chicken cannelloni. I think I saw Senoritavilla's car in front of the new Los Feliz library. What else? Shirelle says she has to get her ring cleaned. She asked me if I thought there was someone better than her out there for me. I said, "That's always a tantalizing question for anyone, but even it there was, and I got with her, the question would always remain."
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