4-17-00 So, You Don't Look Like a Bouncer
4-17-00 11:13 AM Tu
Stocks?! I'm needing some tape. After I typed this morning, I rode my bike to Hollywood Video and dropped off the derivative "Stir of Echoes" (It gave Rochelle nightmares, I think because the wife/mother became irrelevant to the husband/son--not going to make good pregnant dreams), "Three Kings," (great) Fellini's "8 1/2" (great) and a movie about air traffic controllers called "Pushing Tin." Then I rode over to the news patio at Wilshire and Detroit and bought Los Chicago Times. That's what I'm calling the LA Times now that Tribune owns it. I read the sports page at a little table there. Then I rode back to the house.
A message on the machine from Sandra Puterin's office at American Financial said my credit is "perfect, superlative, and macho," but I need to pay off two little claims against me. I felt like a superhero.
[grotesque blue ink self-portrait with wife and family friend] I woke Rochelle so we could go up to the credit union and see how much of a loan I qualify for. I filled out a card, and they said they'd let me know in three to four business days. We strolled up to City Walk. I was feeling like a cool guy with superb credit. At bar/restaurant/bowling alley, a shrimp at the door said we couldn't go in because of a private party. He had a security wire in his ear.
"How do you know we're not with the party?" Rochelle asked.
"You don't look like "Baywatch" lifeguards.
I said, "So? You don't look like a bouncer."
He didn't laugh. I didn't want to risk running into Shirelle in there, anyway. We walked away. I didn't feel like a superhero with superlative, macho credit anymore.
We walked back down the hill and drove home. Rochelle made some chicken parmesan and angel hair with marinara and a salad. I drank a beer. When I'm done here, I'll read some Quartz. Then third-person. Then read some Didion. Then Jim.
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