He did as she wanted. Her tongue darted out like a little snake and felt for his. He got the idea and let his own tongue wriggle vigorously. It set off a pleasant feeling somewhere else entirely.
-Pierre Frei
BERLIN, a novel
The Beginnings – Part 24: CHAPPED LIPS
May 1, 1983
I telephoned Barbara Reynolds early this morning (8:30AM) to thank her for the post card of the little boy and the clown. I really liked it. It touched the ‘little boy’ inside of me.
I also said, “I bought my new sofa…and I have to read my MAY horoscope to you.”
I know Barbara has ‘a thing’ for astrology so I wanted her insight. She simply figured the same as me.
“You’re on your way to a new apartment…a new start.”
By 11AM I received a phone call from Jackie Woods. We may take a ride to San Francisco next week. She quit her job at the STARGAZE in Fremont because they wanted to reducer her working hours to only Saturday night.
We didn’t talk for very long but she asked, “How are Howard and Lisa?”
What could I say? I felt like telling the truth.
“Well, Lisa is a big ‘zilch’ and who knows about Howard.”
“I see.”
“The good news is that my May horoscope predicts some big changes for me on the 28th of this month. I’m moving to San Leandro.”
“You are?”
“Yes, do you want my new address and stuff?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, it’s 2715 San Leandro Boulevard, Unit 102, and San Leandro, CA 94587. And it’s ninety-nine percent positive that my new telephone number will be 351-6621.”
I went for a bike ride to see Nici Maurino at the bar on Webster Street. It was such a dive. She says a lot of the local sailor boys come here from the Naval Air Station. I had a quick orange juice and was on the road again. I had the unfortunate luck to witness a bloody mess of two victims from the aftermath of a car accident on Shoreline Drive. Life can change at a mere curve.
I rode my bike on the Bay Farm Island bike paths. I cruised on home after that exhilarating feeling.
I went to MACY’s in my shorts for two silver 5 x 7 photographic frames and two other clear frames (16 x 24 and 11 x 14). I then came home and snapped a few shots of mom and dad.
I ate a salami sandwich and fell asleep while watching a Jack Nicholson film called THE LAST DETAIL. It’s a flick I have on tape but I couldn’t get into the plot. Mom and I ended up watching THE NUTTY PROFESSOR, starring Jerry Lewis a little later. We laughed.
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I went to bed, listening to my SAGA cassette tape. That MAY DAY song was playing.
May 2, 1983
I sold my shares of ATT stock with my stock broker, Joseph Costa, at EF HUTTON. I needed the cash.
Joseph said, “You check will be sent by mail in a few days.”
That will be a nice surprise. After my visit to the EF HUTTON office I went to Emporium-Capwell and looked over some coffee tables. I found nothing of real interest.
Work was kind of a drag today. The day flew by quickly. I found out I won the STAR Contest for my section. Who knows what my prize will be? Maybe I will get another twenty-dollar gift certificate for MACY’s. Believe me; I could use it after my sofa and loveseat purchase.
I telephoned Juanita Lane and we spoke for about five minutes.
Juanita said, “Oh you’ll probably win a gift certificate to LEOPOLD RECORDS.”
“Oh great,” I replied, realizing that all they sell there is soul-type records.
Juanita and I discussed the earthquake in Fresno area. We reminisced at what it might have been like for the 1906 quake in San Francisco.
“All we need is a recap of that!”
“Oh no, don’t say that Michael.”
Tonight I took a nice nap and woke up to watch LEGS. It was a movie about New York Radio Music Hall’s dancing ROCKETTES. I was surprised how entertaining the show came to be.
I sent Ms. Salas, the PTT Advertising Manager a greeting card of an old fashioned Cadillac. I figured I’d try and keep her as a contact, considering she could help me get into Advertising Sales. I still must make time this month to write up a report of some worthwhile marketing and advertising ideas.
May 3, 1983
Work was tiring today. Carol Barling has a monotone way of giving orders. She is so stern. She’s just an Assistant Manager on a ‘power trip’. What a BITCH!
My tub mate, Pat Overshoun, received AX time and was able to go home at 9AM. I was envious. I missed her. It made my time drag on slowly. I’m off from work tomorrow is the only consolation.
There was some good news today. The office Bay Cruise through San Francisco will be on Thursday Night, May 26th. How ironic that it will be on my birthday!
When I arrived home I ate some of Tony’s famous tortellini pasta and rapped with my brother, John, and his friend, Geoff Rookard about the RUSTY PELICAN Restaurant. There is some cocktail waitress there named Danna who is about twenty-two years old that I would supposedly like.
I laughed when Geoff asked, “Why don’t girls ski with mini-dresses?”
That question just cracked me up. When I realized it was a joke, I said, “I don’t know why?”
Geoff said, “Because they don’t want to get chapped lips.”
I feel like taking a drive to The City tonight to simply check out the scene. I felt a need to go for a drive. I just may go ahead and do it.
I did it. I cruised around the city and when I found a parking spot near Church Street I took advantage of it. I walked over to THE GOOD NEWS Card Shop. I love that store but it was closed. Oh well…such is life. It was a fairly nice drive anyway.
I received a letter from Paige today. That was nice. I just may send her that intimate card that I was holding. I think she may be ready for it. I’m ready for the reaction to the explicit nature of it. Ha-ha. Yes, I will do it. I’ll send Paige that erotic looking Valentine’s Day card.
I’m pissed because I didn’t get to tape THE HUNCHBANK OF NOTRE DAME. It’s a classic movie from 1982 with Anthony Hopkins as Quasimodo. Oh well…I win some and lose some.
May 4, 1983
Wednesday
What a great day because I had the day off. When I woke up I watched a morning show called AM MAGAZINE on Channel 7 to see two male and two female body builders. What beautiful bodies!
I receive a sweet call from Barbara Reynolds who happened to be at work.
“I have some relatively good news.”
“You do…what?” I asked, realizing it must be important for her to call me.
“Teri Milham had her last day as supervisor today.”
“Hurray,” I shouted.
She’s that manager who has had it out for me and never gives me good reviews when she sits in on my calls. Good riddens to that big fat, zit-recovered bitch! Now—it seems—we have a new blond supervisor named Kaye. She seems nice.
I took a drive to El Cerrito to the RB FURNITURE store and purchased a modern, contemporary mirrored coffee table and two mirrored end tables that will add a touch of class and beauty to my pad. They should be ready for me in about six weeks.
The rest of my day was spent with mom. We ate a couple of salami sandwiches and watched THE EDGE OF NIGHT. The storyline on that show is so super exciting! When mom left for work at around 3:30PM I took a nap at around 4PM. After the brief sleepy time I awoke and felt energetic enough for a bike ride.
While riding I bumped into Renee Miller and Helen Hayward’s husband, Dave. They were both jogging along the beach. We cruised along together all the way to Alameda Avenue where we gathered with Renee’s mom and her brother, Michael Miller to discuss various topics. We talked about running, eating habits, anorexia, bad photography and Renee’s new perm hairdo. We were at Renee’s apartment. I didn’t bother to mention my move to an apartment in San Leandro. I’ll let it be a surprise.
I received a letter (or card) from Maria de Lourdes in Mexico (the aspiring dentist). She was sweet enough to write and send a photo. I will have to write back to her. I am running out of my ‘run of the mill’ greeting cards. I want to check out that place in Berkeley for some new cards to send to friends.
May 5, 1983
I enjoyed lunch with Salima and Juanita today (my two gorgeous looking black female coworkers). They’re funny and such great gals to be around.
Doug Siu came up for my American Express Card and Social Security number in order to begin the order for my telephone service which will be effective on May 28, 1983. That significant date is drawing closer.
After work I cruised on over on my bike to my GREAT WESTERN 24-Hour Automated Teller at the South Shore Branch. I rode along the beach and the breeze felt so nice. That riding against the wind can be tough but I survived. My music helps. I like that BORN TO BE ALIVE song. It gets me pedaling so much faster.
I telephoned my high school chum, Elisa, during my break time.
Elisa announced happily, “Maybe I’ll come and visit you tomorrow night with little Stephanie.”
“Good…because I really want to take pictures this time.”
Jackie Woods telephoned. We now have a tentative date for Saturday to visit the San Francisco NEIMAN-MARCUS. I guess I better shop around for a MOTHER’S DAY Gift. I bet I could find a nice scarf…or something.
I decided to examine the homosexual underworld (which I knew rather less well than I pretended), and in the process show the “naturalness” of homosexual relations, as well as making the point that there was no such thing as a homosexual. Despite the current usage, the word is an adjective describing a sexual action, not a noun describing a recognizable type. All human beings are bisexual.
-Gore Vidal
CITY AN THE PILLAR
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