Anxiety is always present somewhere or other behind every symptom.
-Sigmund Freud
CIVILIZATION AND ITS DISCONTENTS
The Beginnings – Part 101: PERFECT TIMING
October 7, 1983
Work was great. I remained focused on my job even if I felt like hitching a ride to some faraway place. I performed well with over $700 in sales of Telecommunication Services.
After work I was to meet Dave Vigil for Happy Hour in San Francisco at LILY’s. We talked and walked around the Embarcadero vicinity after the Happy Hour.
David said, “I’m so excited, Michael. My trip to Puerto Rico is this February.”
“That sounds fun.”
“It will be…oh my God. I just got back from Vancouver. That was really fun.”
David is doing well in sales at work. He won a camera and took one of his first photos of me right here in the Embarcadero.
George finally called me at around midnight last night. It was perfect timing. I had just taken a shower and was feeling relaxed and fresh.
George announced proudly, “I stayed home all day thinking you were going to call me.”
I was so happy I didn’t. Although I felt a little sorry for him because his throat sounded raspy.
“Do you have a sore throat?”
“Yes, a little…but I have your money.”
I was happy to learn that he was feeling conscientious enough to want to pay me back.
I said, “Well, maybe I can drive over tomorrow night to see you and get the cash. Besides, I have that special pen that I want to give you.”
The call ended on a pleasant tone but it’s not all-the-way right, yet.
At LILY’s I hung out by myself initially. I met some nerd of a guy named Joe. I also met a tall blond named Janet who seemed ‘okay’. When Dave showed up we mingled around with our cocktails in hand. I was home in Alameda by 8:30PM because Dave had to end the night early. He was planning a running meet at Stanford tomorrow. I could tell he didn’t want to hang out much longer.
I went to bed sort of early. I didn’t sleep very well. The alcohol from the vodka gimlets were flowing through my veins. I was glad that George had called me last night—even if it was a late phone call. I called him back and we talked a little longer about how we missed spending time together.
October 8, 1983
The training I experienced at work yesterday was kind of a drag. It really didn’t register until I slept it off last night.
I tried to telephone Tammy but her brother said, “She is out. She probably won’t be back until late.”
After her brother said this I decided to scratch the idea of a tentative date.
I took my print of Nastassja Kinski to get framed today. It will have a gold frame to go with the brass bed. It won’t be ready until October 22nd. What a drag.
I’ll be getting my FILMCO Prints from Westwood sometime this week. It’s about time. I can’t wait to see my latest photographs.
I drove down to the Sunnyvale BLACK ANGUS and had a drink by the bar for a while. Then I went to see George. He was there, showering. I was so hungry so we went out to eat at some Italian hole-in-the-wall. George liked my surprises. I gave him a greeting card with an impressive gold pen, a back roller-massager and WONDRA lotion (of which he smiled at).
After dining at the Italian hole-in-the-wall we went to this pad and fooled around. X marks the spot. It felt good to be together again.
“All boys are liars, you know that, right?”
-James Mitchell Clarke
LUIS OF GUADALAJARA
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