The Bad Seed

"...can you define the word friendship for me?"
"It's when you like somebody."
"Sure, but what is it that makes you like somebody?"
She shrugged.
"Friendship--my definition--is built on two things," he said. "Respect and trust. Both elements have to be there. And it has to be mutual. You can have respect for someone, but if you don't have trust, the friendship will crumble."
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo"

Twenty-five years ago today:
September 22, 1985
Sunday

I slept in again. It felt so very good to do so. I am adjusting to my regular Pacific Coast time frame. I went for a good bike ride. Of course, I did see some definitive QBL’s (Questionables) on Shoreline Drive, along the beach. I was home by 11:30AM; whereby, I made a pit stop at mom’s house for breakfast.

I actually returned home and watched the Oakland Raiders versus the San Francisco 49ers game. While watching the game I received a phone call from Paige LaBris of Sacramento at precisely two o’clock. I flashed back to the time I initially met her at a local park when I was attending college at Sacramento State.
Paige announced, “Michael, you won’t believe it but I’m coming over.”
I felt a chill coming on (and an actual cold).
I said, “Okay Paige, no biggeee, come on over….Yeah, please come over!”

Paige arrived and we ended up going to La Val’s for pizza, chatting away about the latest.

PHOTO: Paige Labris

Greg Manachevitz telephoned.
“You know, Mike, I really want to move in to your place.”
I knew he must have been having issues with his folks again. I may—or may not---let him move-in.

Danny Garcia telephoned also. We had a good talk.
“Did you get my postcard from Paris?”
“What? No, I never got it!”
“I sent it to your San Ramon address.”
“Oh, no wonder…I moved from San Ramon to Walnut Creek.”
I wonder what ever happens to postcards that never reach the correct destination. Danny’s birthday is this coming Wednesday.

Paige and I watched “The Bad Seed”. I couldn’t believe she had never seen that classic film. Then we went to bed. We simply slept (though I think she wanted something more). How can one do anything after watching “The Bad Seed”?

Perhaps we may one day be together in the world where LOVE never dies.
-Honroe de Balzac
"Seraphita"