-Regular Guys
1996 motion-picture
Twenty-five years ago today:
June 23, 1986
Monday
I like Margaret Lai’s line: “Life’s too short to moan and groan.”
I like my line, too: “Enjoy Life while you have Life.”
Dad accompanied me this morning for the drive to the BART station. I left for work and Dad kindly took my car in to Morris Landy FORD on Park Street. The serviceman tried to rip us off at first; however, he found another place in Alameda (on Eagle Avenue) and they’re going to replace my shattered rear window for $387.
I learned that I don’t have Auto Insurance. This was news to me. Steph Redding claims that she had told me it expired in March but that’s ‘bullshit’ because I remember specifically telling her about my speeding ticket that I received on April 12th. Her name is mud. I hate the fat bitch! Oh well…my car is getting repaired tomorrow anyway (and at a reasonable cost).
I telephoned Ron and shared the latest news.
Ron shared his own news by saying, “I got a new job starting July 16th.”
“You did…where?” I asked.
“It’s at some place called THE OASIS. Things seem to be going okay now.”
“I’m glad.”
“Yeah, and I temporarily moved in with a friend of mine named Michael.”
“Oh no, it’s not the old drunken looking, cocaine nosed-out one, is it?”
Ron laughed and said, “No, not him.”
I went home and went cycling and then hit the gym. I met up with Birda while riding my bike.
Birda said, “I was working in Pismo Beach and I got to ride there. You’d love it.”
She often mentions this place. It sounds appealing. We also spoke about the Bike Tour de San Francisco. Birda is so nice. I think she may like me—but I’m not so sure. We rode together for a few miles. I felt shitty at one point because some other cyclist passed me up. I am beginning to believe I am out of shape in the cycling arena. I have to get back into it. I want that new Italian BIANCHI bicycle that I saw at Pacific Bicycles in San Francisco. The price tag was only $600. Yikes.
My gym workout was good. Dave was there and we worked on our abdominals together. He pulled his hamstring and was all out-of-it. Mark Landreth never showed up at the gym tonight.
I left the gym, stopping at mom’s house. I watched an episode of "The Young and The Restless" and then went home to my pad.
Ron Leoni called and left a message on my answering machine. I didn’t return his call because I can’t afford to be calling to Palm Springs all of the time.
The joy faded from his powerful and earnest face as he compared his vast hopes with his slender resources.
-Honroe de Balzac
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