-John Katzenbach
"The Analyst"
July 30, 1985
Tuesday
Paloma has been on my mind quite a bit lately. My trip to see her will be an enjoyable one. I know it. Sometimes I wonder exactly what she is doing.
I telephoned Rachelle last night but she was on the telephone with ‘who knows who’.
“I have to get off the phone to curl my mom’s hair, but call me back in fifteen minutes,” she said.
“Okay,” I answered.
Rachelle added, “I’m going to go with you on Saturday to that company picnic in Danville, okay?”
“Oh, okay…good!”
As it turned out, I fell asleep and never called her back. The picnic she spoke about was at the home of our second-line manager, Larry. I hope we have a good time.
I get so leery about Rachelle at times. I wonder whether it’s right or wrong for us to even try to be together.
Last night Rachelle said, “Dane and I don’t go out with just any one. They have to be at least twenty-one.”
I thought, “Gee, I should make the same ruling for me for women that I go out with.”
I heard a song this morning by The Beach Boys called “I Get Around”.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MELs1QGflrY&feature=related
The song reminded me of Dale Orlando because of his new line of work as an escort driver. It’s amazing how it has led to a bit more. I just hope he doesn’t get hurt in any way. Regretfully, I do care for the friend despite some of his actions.
Yesterday I said to Dale, “I view you in a different light” but that may or may NOT be so true. It is true in a dirty, disgusting way but other than that he’s that same person deep down.
Tim Matthews, another fellow coworker, just startled me by nudging the left front of my car (with his car) while I was parked. This $2.75 parking lot seems to be filling up faster than usual these days. I hope I don’t/won’t have to leave any earlier just to get a parking space.
Staph Redding called this morning at work for some more drama consultation.
“Oh Michael, I just found out that my mother is NOT my real mother!”
“What?” I asked acting interested.
Staph said, “I found out that my so-called Aunt that my Dad flew to see is my actual mother. She lives in New York and has never even seen me before.”
“That’s pretty wild,” I exclaimed as I heard her begin to sob her way into major crying mode.
I think I managed to make her feel a little better. Yet I can imagine (almost) how it must feel to almost feel a loss in ones sense of identify out-of-the-blue at age twenty-six.
My flight for Paris is all set. I did make another phone call to Personal Travel to see how much they will charge me. I am still waiting in the wings to learn the amount due.
Dale received a phone call from his escort boss, Sal Merinos.
Dale explained, “Sal said that the surgeon in Lafayette wanted to meet with me and Angel again at eleven o’clock tonight!”
“Wow Dale, you already have a repeat customer,” I said with a snicker.
He smirked and tossed his head up in the air proudly.
I guess he will make another one-hundred and fifty dollars by getting the Doc off.
I remember Dale had said, “I was a bit scared the first time because he was kind of rough, but I’m sure he enjoyed the excitement of it all.”
In a way, it is appalling—but it is his life.
PHOTO: Doc, the Snow White Dwarf
The company picnic is this Saturday in Danville. The chicken and ribs are supposed to be good.
I telephoned Rachelle today but she was not at home. I later learned that her friend, Heidi, and Jim, were over at her place. They were all practicing guitar. Rachelle hates Heidi now because Art came over and Heidi said to Jim, “Oh, it’s one of EASY Davies’ boyfriends’ at the front door”.
I guess Heidi must have been trying to swoop on Jim (for her to say that to Rachelle). Yuck! Oh well, I can understand why Rachelle would be pissed-off.
Rachelle screeched, “After I go with Heidi to the Rick Springfield and WHAM concerts she is a later-day friend!”
I was approved for my 25” inch screen JVC television. They’ll deliver it this Friday. I’m excited. In fact I was approved for $3900. The sales lady wanted me to buy a bigger screen TV and/or a stereo but I stuck to what I got: my JVC 25”-inch.
Lorraine Garcia called me via an answering machine message. I called her back and left a message with her mother.
When we did talk Lorraine exclaimed, “I never got that message! I did hear about your forgotten shirt. It has not been turned in to our lost and found.”
“Oh great, I’m all distressed about that. I may just go to MACY’s to see if there’s another one like it.”
Mike Miller and Greg Manachevitz stopped by and watched one of my favorite movies with me (THREE DAYS OF THE CONDOR).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eovei355l4o%20
That Greg is one hell of a character. One wouldn’t believe it! He’s all gung-ho about the idea of moving in with me. And now he’s trying to persuade me to lower the rent to $200 per month. What a dreamer! Mike took Greg home because Greg had to be home by 11PM because it was a work night (per Greg’s parents). Now…he’s twenty-two years old. That’s ridiculous to be living under his folks’ mandates at his age. Mike Miller returned to my place and we watched the rest of the movie.
Lorraine telephoned once again. We did not talk for very long since I had company.
“I just want to tell you that I will look to see if your shirt is now in the lost and found area.”
“Thanks, but I’m losing hope on that shirt,” I said with a laugh.
I think Mike Miller is pretty nice.
Mike said, “I would have liked to move in here if I had a job.”
Then again, I have heard that line before. He’s a QBL (Questionable one) at times. I think. He left. I went to bed.
"You're about to be a very lonely man. It didn't have to end this way. You can take a walk--but how far--if they don't print it?"
-Cliff Robertson as J. Higgins
"Three Days Of The Condor" (1975 Film)
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