I've learned several things that, perhaps, intentionally, were hitherto unknown to me. I'm grateful.
-Franz Kafka
"Description of a Struggle"
Twenty-five years ago today:
August 17, 1985
Saturday
I was thinking about Karen.
Last night she had asked, “So how many brothers and sisters?”
I answered, “Two brothers,” and proceeded to show her pictures of my brothers. I actually had family pictures in my wallet.
Karen suddenly asked, “Why aren’t you married?”
“I was waiting for you!”
She laughed. I guess the reality of it is that ‘Miss Right’ simply has not crossed my path. Karen is so special to me.
Karen thrilled me when she said, “I will write to you, too.”
So, we’ll see how it goes.
I went over to mom and dad’s house and had breakfast there. Helen was there, too, and joined in on the breakfast treats.
I received a new CHASE MANHATTAN World VISA card today. That may or may not be a good thing.
Bob and Chuck came over to my house while I was taping two movies (EXPOSED and NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET). We ordered a pizza. These were two of the three Chicago guys. Mike couldn’t make it. Both Bob and Chuck want to move-in to my townhouse.
After Bob and Chuck had left I told my mom about it; however, Dad didn’t like the idea of two roommates. As far as I’m concerned all three of them are QBL’s (Questionable types) but play it up to be studs (especially the Chuck character). We cancelled the idea of driving down to Santa Cruz. They returned to Walnut Creek. We may all go to Bobby McGee’s tonight.
I finished taping the flicks that I wanted to preserve for future viewing. Once I completed the videotaping I hopped into my car and drove to Walnut Creek. I got lost trying to find the house where these guys were staying (Chuck’s cousins’ house). I finally found the place. It was an okay sort of house (not exactly spic n’ span).
I had a BUD (Budweiser). I had three BUDS at home and one BUD here at Chuck’s cousins’ house. The four of us left for Bobby McGee’s but we couldn’t get in because Mike had faded jeans on. Bobby McGee’s doesn’t allow jeans. They’re so conscious about guests having nice attire. I swear! What aggravation! And so…we went to PJWL’s (some other pub off of Ygnacio Valley Road). It was fun. I had about five STROH beers.
I was buzzin’ for a while there. I remember dancing with two girls. Once we were all wasted we went to my car. I put my convertible top down and headed on home to Chuck’s cousins’ house.
We had the munchies. We ended up eating pizza from Chicago that Chuck’s Grandmother made. We also ate Cap’n Crunch Berries cereal. It sounds like a nice combination after all of those beers, doesn’t it?
The guys said, “You know, you can spend the night here.”
I took them up on it. I fiddled with the piano that was in the living room. Finally, I went upstairs and fell asleep in one of the bedrooms. Chuck slept in there, too. What a potential ‘come on’. I simply couldn’t sleep. I finally just got up and drove myself home at four o’clock in the morning. I knew I could only sleep in my own bed. Good night all.
Luis had seen enough of life to know that grown men sometimes act like children.
-James Mitchell Clarke
"Luis of Guadalajara"
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