4-21-00 F 2:45 PM
I'm at Billingsley's, on Pico, just west of the 405. I rode out here on my bike after typing this morning. When I say "typing," I'm aware of Truman Capote's criticism of Kerouac. What I'm doing now is handwriting, but I imagine to Capote this would be scribbling. Whatever. "Do you get to eat here whenever you want," guy asks bartender. "Only on Good Friday," answers bartender, which it is today. I stopped at the Apple Pan and had a burger and read the sports page. Then I crossed the street to the Barnes and Noble at the Westside Pavilion and felt the luxurious wonder of being surrounded by books! Three stories of books!--that is three floors containing all the world's accumulated knowledge. I looked through an Alaskan travel book. Might not be practical for our circumstances. Then I looked through a Costa Rica book that might fit the bill. I couldn't justify buying any books at this time, though. Maybe I'll ride up to that used bookstore on Santa Monica and see if they still have that paperback of Lust and Genius. Barnes and Noble didn't have it on any of its three floors. So much for the world's accumulated knowledge. A titty bar writhes down the street from here. And Q's. We should go look at houses. I want to see the Blues/Sharks game at 4:00 and the Tigers/Chisox game at 5:00. "Hangovers Installed and Serviced" reads a sign over the ball. My stepfather used to have that same sign in his den before my mom made him move it to the garage. Maybe I'll get a menu. Maybe I'll get some onion rings. Supposed to meet with Getoff tonight. Supposed to go to Placentia Sunday. Forgot the play last night. Should call Sheryl. Last year, the Blues rallied from three games down to beat the Coyotes in game seven of OT.