The Beginnings - Part 159: ZONKED OUT

There are intimacies that have nothing to do with sex.
-Christopher Bram
EMINENT OUTLAWS,
the Gay Writers Who Changed America

The Beginnings – Part 159:  ZONKED OUT

December 9, 1983

It was another work typical work day.  The special training I had only lasted until six o’clock this evening.  That’s not too cool.   I went home right after the information overload and lounged.

Alexis never called me at nine o’clock.   Girls cannot be trusted.  I was holding out for her hopeful phone call when I finally broke down at 11PM and went out to NATIONS for a cheeseburger.   I was starving.  The hostess that worked at the ACAPULCO Restaurant the night before happened to walk into NATIONS with a couple of her high-school buddies.   It was interesting to watch them.  

After eating my burger I went over to the corner CROLL’s bar for a couple of Irish coffee cocktails.   I noticed a couple of interesting people while I was there but I just left at half passed midnight.   I returned home and zonked out on the bed.

Oh yes…let’s not forget that I did actually telephone Bill while I was watching DALLAS earlier this evening.  He was working at WALNUT CREEK LIQOURS.
Bill asked, “Did you mark your calendar for December 17^th for our CLOUD NINE date in San Francisco?”
“Yes, I did.”
I also tried to confirm a visit to Concord for Sunday but he said, “Oh, I have to work…but I’ll call you.”
Oh well…whatever, whenever.

I had somehow fallen into a crevice in time; and many of these feelings were a result of my being ‘in touch’ with no one, and of having no one to talk to from within.                                                            

-Janet Frame, an Autobiography