5-29-01 M 8:00 AM
I left my backpack with my comp book at my mom’s. Ugh. When
did I last write? I don’t’ know. I left my credit card at Q’s on Friday. I have
to go get it today. When I came home Friday, I don’t know what we did. Saturday
morning, I don’t remember. At some point Saturday, we drove down to Orange County.
I typed fifteen minutes on the way. No one was at my mom’s We left the dog in the
garage and took the baby to the mother-n-law’s. Rochelle was going to the House
of Blues in Anaheim with a girlfriend. I drove down Harbor Boulevard where the
beginning of Jim takes place next to Disneyland. That area is all different now.
The “Happiest Place on Earth” sign is gone. So is the oleander. There is an all-new
gladiola lined entrance and palm trees stationed along the median on Katella.
The changes made me feel cynical. A thinly veiled trap to part the fool from
his money, distracting him with pretty flower while they pick his pocket.
Guards lined the turrets ready to pour boiling oil. Crocks
snapped I the moat and many of the spikes protruding from the top of the gate
impaled human heads in various stages of decay.
I continued south along Harbor, vaguely distressed, not understanding
why. I felt a failure for choking my audition Friday and so the strip malls
were an even more insidious comment on the achievements of men, achievement seemingly
meaning strength and size of the wedge we’ve driven be4tween us, nature, and
beauty.
As I got closer to old stomping grounds, I grew even sadder
at the permanent loss of carefree times and people. I found Harbor Tow
surprisingly easy enough. It lent little in the way of description (above). I
drove down Placentia to Superior, past places I had forgotten, and upon seeing
the forgotten places, even just banks where I had gotten money, I felt not
recovery but loss. Newport was fascinating. I drove past bar after bar. I
managed not to pull into The Stag, nor The Beach Ball, nor Blackie’s, nor Mutt’s,
nor Cassidy’s, nor Woody’s, but at a red light, I had only to turn left to go
into DP’s (now Rudy’s) to park, and so I did. They had the National Trivia Network
and hockey. I read the news and the Devils were buried by the Avalanche. I had
maybe six beers. I rolled a smoke and drove past Video Zone, and some old bars
that are gone now. The Sports Page was gone. The High Times liquor store where
I worked is now a Blockbuster. The tow yard off Michelson I was looking for,
the one I have in mind for Jim, the one from which I had once liberated my
Olds, is gone—replaced by chain restaurants and a multiplex. We bulldoze the
past, pave over it, and create new memories to be razed for future generations
to be maudlin about. I drove back up to Carolyn’s and stayed until the baby
fell asleep. Her cats scratched out my eyes. I went to my mom’s and went to
bed.
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