Love Spreads

From Ziggy’s I tried calling Flip on the bag phone but all I got was a “subscriber is unavailable or out of range” message. Out of range? Like, what, on another planet? There was no voice mail or anything like that. He had my pager number so I figured there were no emergencies but it was still about time to check in.
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Scar Tissue

The next day was my next hand appointment.

I woke up feeling ill. It felt like a hangover, that vaguely queasy and head-achey feeling, you know? But we hadn’t been drinking the night before. I lay there awake trying to make sure I was remembering it. Right. We had Chinese take-out with Barrett and Carynne. No booze. No drugs.

We’d made love but that never gave me a hangover before.
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2 Legit 2 Quit

After we’d had our fill of Chinese take-out and said our good nights, Ziggy and I went back downstairs to his apartment and I recounted the lawyer meeting to him in greater detail.

“And you really told them all you want is for the money you’re owed to come your way and for Digger to disappear?”
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Arrested Development

After the meeting at Artie’s we dropped by the WTA offices so Carynne could pick up some stuff–or maybe it was send out some stuff, whatever–and we ran into Ziggy and Barrett in the elevator on the way up. Ziggy looked exhausted. The moment the doors closed and we were the only ones in the elevator, Ziggy threw his arms around me and exhaled.

“Long day?” I rubbed between his shoulder blades with the palm of my hand.
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Ghost of a Chance

After lunch, Carynne said my afternoon appointment with my hand guy had been moved to tomorrow for an emergency so we should stop by Artie’s office because he wanted to see us. I didn’t even remember I had an appointment, though I’d kind of assumed.

So we went up to Artie’s office where the secretaries seemed extra fluttery around me. It made me feel a little like they thought I was a bigger deal than I was. I mean, come on, to Wenco I was the artist of a low five-figures instrumental album, not a multiplatinum Grammy winner or something. Maybe it was my freshly blown-out hair.
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The Unforgiven

You may have heard the expression “I need a scorecard to keep all the players straight” applied to various situations from complicated family situations to corporate working environments. What Mintz did in almost doodle-like fashion after going over all the basic contracts, though, was literally make himself a scorecard.
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Lawyers in Love

I think I was supposed to be impressed by the law office. It had extra cushy-feeling carpets in a gray color that was so light it was almost white, which had to mean it was expensive to clean. Out of the elevator the entrance to their office suite had chrome accents and a frosted glass door that slid open as we approached like something out of Star Trek (…or Stop & Shop…). A well-dressed secretary asked us to wait in the plush, modular waiting area.

The only hint that it wasn’t just any old high-priced law firm was a platinum record on the wall. I don’t dare tell you whose since for all I know that would be breaking my N.D.A.
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Let’s Get Rocked

Yeah, I felt good and artsy wearing my homemade obscenity shirt. With my leather jacket over it, you couldn’t read the front unless I stretched out my arms, but that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that I knew the message was there.

I had decided to leave Ziggy’s as soon as the shirt was done and give myself some time to walk around the city and think. I used to like doing that, I remembered. It felt like something I used to do a long time ago, even though I was sure I’d done it fairly recently. The weather wasn’t bad. A nice spring day. Maybe a touch cool in the shade but as long as I kept moving it was all right.
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Thorn in My Pride

When I woke up in Ziggy’s bed the next morning, he wasn’t there. I was a little disoriented. I knew where I was, and I knew the general situation: I was in New York instead of Tennessee because… of stuff.
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Fabulous

My ruminations on LSD and being one with the universe were a better prelude to going back to Ziggy’s apartment than I realized. He had something in mind that I hadn’t thought of.
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