Prescription for Loneliness

"Sometimes you have to cut the tree to save the fruit."
-as heard while watching the Swiss film
VITUS, 2007

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 28, 1986
Saturday

It was raunchy waking-up to find Johnny Schaefer there. It irks me to the point where I wonder how we really met (at the airport, waiting for our flight). He’s a singer. He brought me a couple of tapes: “Always” and “Prescription for Loneliness”. They are two songs that he actually wrote. He also sang aloud two songs: “Cinnamon Sweater” and “A Time to Cry” of which he plans to record next month.

Last night Mark Landreth called me.
Mark asked, “Do you want to go to Manteca to some lake near there to water ski?”
I knew I didn’t want to go water ski. Water sports are not my favorite past time.
I asked, “How did you come up with this idea?”
“Ah, I met some girl at the store today and she invited me.”
“I wish I could go but I have a visitor here from Anaheim.”
I really did want to go. I could’ve been a spectator. I didn’t have to actually water ski.

John (aka Johnny) and I went for a drive to San Francisco with my Mustang convertible top down. It was fun feeling our hair blowin’ in the wind. We went to Ocean Beach and on through Geary and Fisherman’s Wharf and on through California Street. Ironically, we didn’t get out of the car until we hit Berkeley where we rummaged through a few shops. I bought some greeting cards. I also bought some cards earlier while at South Shore Shopping Center in Alameda. We had stopped at the Sandpiper Hallmark shop after our pastries at La Petit Boulangerie.

While in Berkeley I made another purchase. I bought a poster of an old-fashioned Papillon and Bicycle. I also bought a new Pink Panther on a bicycle figurine that I thought was really cool.


John and I ate at Larry Blake’s in Berkeley. After the meal we decided to return to my home.


While at my pad it was mutually decided that we ought to go and see a movie. I drove to Hayward and we saw A ROOM WITH A VIEW.   It was a British film which was kind of funny. I like those period stories. It was okay.


Then we just returned home after the move. I was tired. I simply hit the hay. Yawn.


"Try to love me a little more and want me a little less."
-Women In Love,
1969 film