Pat stood at the Ticketmaster terminal, clattering the keys and watching the upcoming shows scroll past on the black and green screen. “No way,” he said.
192. No Talk and Then All Action
191. Out All Night, Sleep All Day (I Know What You’re Doing)
One afternoon while we were organizing the cassette wall I learned the secret to Theresa’s celebrity indifference. A well known television actor walked up to her, and before he could ask for […]
190. The Baptism
Theresa and I immediately became work buddies. We’d stock the cassette wall together or straighten the video shelves, and time melted away like clocks in a Dali painting. I pissed away the […]
189. Long Legs and Burgundy Lips
Months passed, and Jody’s and my relationship grew more platonic. She was beautiful and I was 21 years old: platonic was the last thing on my mind.
188. Heads I Win Tails You Lose (Lord It’s Such A Crime)
The Sunset Strip was the business long before the eighties. Name a classic rock band and they probably played the Whisky—Van Halen, The Doors, The Kinks, on and on. The Strip was […]
187. For Art’s Sake
“Faith No More, great album.” I was working the cash register, and for once I wasn’t just blowing sunshine up a customer’s skirt: The Real Thing really was a great album. It […]
186. Lies Lies Lies Yeah
The graphic design firm where Michael worked was located on downtown Los Angeles’s Traction Avenue. I’d never ventured downtown, much less on a Friday night. On the way I passed the Atomic […]
185. It’s A Lot Like Life
Tony and I sat in the cab of his pickup eating Egg McMuffins and slouching toward Pasadena. We were on our way to television star Della Bryce’s house, a beautiful 1930s era […]
184. And Butterflies Are Free To Fly
The memory is incomplete: Exterior, Day. Jody and I are eastbound on Sunset Boulevard in her Chrysler Cordoba. I’m driving. The radio is off for some reason: maybe we’re arguing about something. […]
183. Or Are You Really Scheming To Take My Ship Away?
Tony and I rolled up to Griffith Park in the late afternoon and found the little pop up village that marks a movie set. This one was a little different, though: No […]
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