Escort Service

There was always something that made his need for cash immediate and desperate: a bill, the rent, his fines, buying food, something.
-Morag Joss
"Half Broken Things"

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 27, 1985
Saturday

It feels like a Sunday. It’s FOMC Day (Focus on My Car Day). However, I didn’t focus on my car. Instead, mom and I took a drive in to San Francisco to check out the MACY’s Entertainment Units. That was fun. I didn’t—but almost—buy anything. We had a nice afternoon lunch there and proceeded to head back to Alameda.

I telephoned Rachelle but she didn’t want to go out to San Francisco. Dale was out working in San Francisco as a driver for an Escort Service (Geez, the things he gets involved in). He was telling me about his clients for this one gal named Angel that he had to drive around.
Dale said, “I asked Sal, my boss, if he might need another driver since you’re probably available.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said with butterflies in my stomach.
“Well, I made one-hundred and twenty dollars on Friday night!”

“You did? Okay, let me know if he needs another driver.”
“I want you and Rachelle to drop in to see me.”

At 7:30PM Rachelle said, “I don’t have enough time to get ready, Michael!”
I thought, “What a poppycock excuse!”
So, we didn’t go out at all.

I had planned to go to Baxter’s in Concord since I hadn’t been there in so long. Instead, I decided to lounge over at mom’s house. We ordered a pizza and rented two movies: PLACES IN THE HEART and CHOOSE ME (the latter starring Lesley Ann Warren). There were both really good stories. I liked them.


"Why walk with this man? 
You don't love him, nor do you hate him, because all he cares about is a girl and it's not even certain that she wears a white dress."
-Franz Kafka
"Description of a Struggle"