2-5-01 M 3:25 PM
I'm sitting in the stands at the LA High athletic field. The soccer team is playing. Some pitchers and catchers are working out on the track. High flat clouds. Palm trees in the distance. I typed thirteen minutes this morning. I'm hornier than fuck lately. I drove down to Hoover to meet the plant manager, Stan Cowen. He wore a Depression-Era motoring cap and gnawed a toothpick the whole time HE questioned ME about why they haven't given us keys for our rooms yet. I was firm and diplomatic, but I still don't expect to see the keys any time soon. I drove around and dropped off Korean flyers for the program at some churches and BBQs and newspaper stands around Westmoreland and James M. Woods Streets. Drove up Vermont to Melrose to Cahuenga to the ATT office to pay the cable bill. Went from there to Shakey's. Got the lunch buffet and a beer and read the paper and ate. The Lakers beat Sacramento. There was a stack of NY Times in front of some office with an eviction notice tacked to the door. I took one. I drove home from there. Lied to the wife and said I only had an iced tea at Shakey's. Printed the CBET newsletter. Brought it here and had Aurora run off some copies. Showed it to my boss. Now that I've made in appearance, I'm thinking I don't have to go back to Hoover today. I might as well be done for the day. I considered going to Senorita Villa's class, but that's such a can of worms. I'm thirsty and horny. I could just go read some Crossing on the couch. Get going on my third-person page. The visitors just scored a goal. Get to Jim page one forty-three. There sure are a lot of guys walking around in this soccer game.
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[photo of Rochelle, me, stepmom, brother, and dad]