-Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps,
2010 motion-picture
Twenty-five years ago today
February 22, 1986
Saturday
I went to see ‘ma and pa’, joining them for breakfast. I helped slice the potatoes. Yummy.
I made it to the US Postal Service interview successfully. It was a beautiful sunny day. I was fifteen minutes early for the interview which is ‘good etiquette’ (I think). The interview was a big joke. As it turned out the interview was not the actual US Postal Service. It was the Federal Careers Institute. They practically wanted to recruit me as a sale rep for them. They only teach people to take and pass the Civil Service test (a required test to get a US Postal Service position). It was all a hoax. I felt a bit out of place there. What the hell—I was only inquiring.
After that I returned home because it was such a beautiful day. I went cycling and rode up to Castro Valley. I rode half way up Briar Ridge (a very steep street). I stopped by to see Chad. He had just finished cutting the lawn and was straightening up in the backyard. He was surprised—but glad--to see me. I thought Chad looked fatter than usual. I didn’t say anything because I figured it would hurt his feelings. Maybe he feels a bit non-presentable. Perhaps that is why he is ‘sort of’ avoiding me.
Chad said, “Yeah, I worked until ten-thirty last night on a couple of basketball shootings for the TV station.”
I believe it was a Chabot College sports broadcasting event.
Chad was going to wash his car. I ate some pasta with him and Larry. Then I just hopped on my bike and left the scene. I stopped by Rachelle Davies’ house since I was in the area. She wasn’t there. Her step father answered the door. He looked his usual fat self. He looked especially surprised to see me.
I continued my cycling ride down Cold Water Drive, up Castro Valley Boulevard, up Lake Chabot Road, down Fairmont, up Halcyon and all the way home to Alameda.
As I was riding I recalled that I had suggested to Chad, “You’re welcome to go to dinner with me at Mary McTiernan’s house tonight—if you want.”
I was home by 5PM and it was hard riding against the wind. The song by Christopher Cross (RIDE LIKE THE WIND) helped me through it. I so love that song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3S5lgxJ3Xk&feature=related
I telephone Chad to get a straight answer as to whether he wanted to accompany me to the dinner party in South City.
“Oh, I had forgotten that Dave and Narn’s fifth anniversary dinner is scheduled at my mom’s tonight.”
“Oh, okay.”
I thought, “Whatever.”
I let it go. I got ready and went to Mary’s. David Vigil was there as well as Margaret Lai and her son, Lance. It was a good dinner that was done Chinese style with Margaret’s assistance.
Kelly asked, “So why don’t you model?”
I laughed and said, “I guess I’m just not serious enough about it.”
After Kelly made this statement I began thinking that if Steph Redding pushes me a bit more I might make a move on the modeling thing. She is a VP of an agency now.
I also met a guy named Doug Rasic who had a neat baseball vest on. His friend, Matt, is originally from Kentfield. They both live in Berkeley now. I gave Doug my business card and my home telephone number. He does auto repairs and seemed pretty nice.
Barnell said, “Living in San Francisco is blah-zay. I’m planning to return to L.A. to do what I used to do.”
“And what may I ask is that?”
“Act.”
He seemed pretty tough. He didn’t look the type that would decorate windows. Whatever.
I left THE STUD scene and David took some guy home with him.
David said, “It’s like I knew this guy for a while but he only arrived here yesterday from Minneapolis!”
I thought, “Ugh,” and yet, who am I to talk down on him. Ha-ha.
I left after David drove me to my parked car in the RENTAL CAR lot where David rented a car.
My tits are sore. It’s a long story. I got home by 3:30AM.
"I came here to get pleasure, not to give it."
-George Clooney
"THE AMERICAN, 2010 motion-picture
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