3:39 PM 7-22-99 Th
I'm in Larchmont Village trying to cultivate a little northern Italy feel, sitting at a sidewalk cafe. While I was reading the paper, someone walked up and said, "Hi." I looked up, and a touristy-looking lady in plaid Bermudas and a t-shirt said, "Are you on 'General Hospital?'" Ha ha ha. I smiled and shook my head. She double-checked. "You're not on 'General Hospital?'" "No," I reaffirmed. I don't think she believed me, and she seemed disappointed when she walked away. Another lady skated up on roller-blades and sat down at the table next to me as the first one plodded away. "Can I share your paper?" she asked. "Sure," I said and handed her the sections I wasn't reading. When I finished the Sports and put it down, she said, "Sports!" and snatched it up. "Sports fan?" I asked. She told me about being in New York for the Subway Series. Her name was Catherine. She said she was a singer/songwriter/actress. She gave me a couple of Tootsie Rolls. Sheryl asked me if I'd be interested in doing a part in some film one of the Getty heirs is making. I said sure. The shoot is this weekend. I called my grandparents. I thought my grandfather's birthday was today, but it was yesterday. Oops. I watched "Horatio Hornblower" on the classic movie channel this morning. I typed fifteen minutes. Some fine pussy walks around here. I'll read some more Islands after this. What else? Maybe I'll go rent an adult film. I'm hungry. Blah blah blah. I have to stop at the LACAS office at LA High to pick up some paperwork. Maybe we'll go horseback riding tomorrow. A better not go into Chevalier's bookstore. A parade of fine pussy. [ cubist pencil line sketch on the street tableau]
I'm in Larchmont Village trying to cultivate a little northern Italy feel, sitting at a sidewalk cafe. While I was reading the paper, someone walked up and said, "Hi." I looked up, and a touristy-looking lady in plaid Bermudas and a t-shirt said, "Are you on 'General Hospital?'" Ha ha ha. I smiled and shook my head. She double-checked. "You're not on 'General Hospital?'" "No," I reaffirmed. I don't think she believed me, and she seemed disappointed when she walked away. Another lady skated up on roller-blades and sat down at the table next to me as the first one plodded away. "Can I share your paper?" she asked. "Sure," I said and handed her the sections I wasn't reading. When I finished the Sports and put it down, she said, "Sports!" and snatched it up. "Sports fan?" I asked. She told me about being in New York for the Subway Series. Her name was Catherine. She said she was a singer/songwriter/actress. She gave me a couple of Tootsie Rolls. Sheryl asked me if I'd be interested in doing a part in some film one of the Getty heirs is making. I said sure. The shoot is this weekend. I called my grandparents. I thought my grandfather's birthday was today, but it was yesterday. Oops. I watched "Horatio Hornblower" on the classic movie channel this morning. I typed fifteen minutes. Some fine pussy walks around here. I'll read some more Islands after this. What else? Maybe I'll go rent an adult film. I'm hungry. Blah blah blah. I have to stop at the LACAS office at LA High to pick up some paperwork. Maybe we'll go horseback riding tomorrow. A better not go into Chevalier's bookstore. A parade of fine pussy. [ cubist pencil line sketch on the street tableau]