-Honroe de Balzac
"The Unknown Masterpiece"
Twenty-five years ago today:
August 31, 1986
Sunday
By 10:30AM John and I were at DISNEYLAND to meet with Joel for our free passes. John lives only five minutes from DISNEYLAND. He knows DISNEYLAND like the back of his hand as he had worked there for four years. He gave me a grand tour. The circle vision screen was miraculous. We did it all: Able Lincoln, The Bear Country, The Big Thunder Railroad, It’s a Small, Small World, Space Mountain, The Matterhorn, Mr. Toad, The Tea Cups (of which I somehow controlled).
We also left the DISNEYLAND Park and went to see the raving performance of Farrah Fawcett in her new movie called EXTREMITIES. It was really good. I enjoyed the in-depth look of decision-making over a violent act. The idea of ‘getting even’…How?
We returned to the DISNEYLAND Park and watched ‘The Electric Parade’. Johnny and I ate sundaes at the Carnation Co. We made the ‘most of it’.
Oil Painting by Russian artist,
Antonin Ivanovitch Soungouroff 1894-1982:
Johhny Shaefer resemblance, 1986
We returned to Johnny’s pad by eleven o’clock. John was being very touchy-feely.
I blatantly explained, “I didn’t come to visit for hot sex!”
“I understand that,” Johnny nodded with a slight smile.
He definitely wanted hot sex though. He’s really NMT. We had a discussion and it made me feel uneasy.
Johnny said, “I feel like I’m out of your league.”
He was right in that I didn’t come up-front with him about my feelings. It was hard for me to explain that I am not out of his league but that I felt he was simply NMT (Not My Type). Johnny’s looks are attractive. He’s nice. His ambitious aura is an attraction. It’s just that my own selective feelings override those qualities in him. He is a friend. He’s a good friend and that’s all he can—or ever will be.
I must be careful and yet…I am right. I am thankful I didn’t get deep enough to have hurt him.
You can't break me. I don't have a breaking point (I was wrong).
-"127 Hours"
2010 motion-picture
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