“There may not be another time okay…we may never be able to return to this moment.”
-Ethan Hawke
As heard in the 2009 film
NEW YORK, I LOVE YOU
The Beginnings – Part 112: CHOOSEY GUYS
October 23, 1983
I was watching AM MAGAZINE on ABC-TV this morning and there was a female guest who gave a national prescription for everyone: “Write more. Exploratory writing is what I do. It helps me collect my thoughts and it’s a good reference for ideas when I eventually plunge into the ‘real written work’.”
I thought, “Hey, that’s what I do!”
I went for a quick bike lap along the beach.
Breakfast was good at mom and dad’s house. I took off on my bike again and went directly to the FRUITVALE BART station where I ended up getting off (with my bike) at the Embarcadero Station. I rode along Fisherman’s Wharf. I stopped over at PIER 39 for a couple of milkshakes. Yes, I drank two of them. I did get quite a few double-takes as I rode along in The City but nothing serious happened.
I headed back to Alameda but was pissed-off when the CONCORD bound BART Train closed its doors on me. I had to wait another twenty minutes for another train. That was annoying.
I decided to telephone Vicki Perata but her phone kept ringing and ringing.
I decided to telephone George.
George’s mom said, “Well, I just got home. He’s not here now.”
I assumed she would relay the message that I’d called. We shall see.
I suddenly have a slight cough (since last Tuesday). I believe it’s from smooching with George last Monday night. We were watching BRAINSTORM, Natalie Wood’s last movie, and he was just getting over his cold.
John’s SONY 19-inch TV and remote control is fun. I like it.
I tried calling Vicki Perata again. I hit the jackpot. We now have a date scheduled for this Thursday night. It will be fun. She’s such a fun, outgoing girl. We had a good talk over the phone about various subjects (pasta, Mexican food, German, pet supplies, Chabot College, exams, brothers and sisters, Halloween Party invitations and her own Halloween Party that is on Saturday night.
I said, “I’m invited to a Halloween Party on Friday night but I’m not sure if I will go.”
I tried giving George a call again. Of course, there is no answer. I give up. I mean it in a FINAL way.
Mom came by and brought me two hot dogs, chips and a soda. She’s such a doll. Her concern was only because she heard me coughing ‘on and off’ today.
I wrote out a couple of greeting cards today. One was for Maria de Lourdes in Mexico and the other was for Vicki Perata. It’s time for me to branch out into new markets instead of centering in on the needs of one (namely George Jones). I do like variety. I want to maintain my high standards though. I like to be choosey. Choosey guys choose JIF (Peanut Butter). Ha-ha.
My brother, Tony, stopped by tonight to see if he could be of some assistance in getting John’s new SONY TV to work. I guess my brother, John, will definitely be moving-in with me sometime this week. That’ll be good. Now it’s time for bed.
He draped an arm over my shoulder, his visible breath warm against my cheek, and for a moment I was afraid this all might evaporate into nothing more than a dream.
-Paul Russell
THE UNREAL LIFE OF SERGY NABOKOV, a novel
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