Bart came to visit. Michelle came for some convention or something and he went with her, then she flew back East and he stayed to hang out with me. We went out to hear live music every night for four nights in a row, just him and me, then we took a night off to […]
Jonathan. I’m doing a terrible job of explaining what was going on between him and me because it so much easier to tell the dramatic stuff like getting assaulted by a drug-crazed supermodel. It’s a lot more difficult to figure out what’s important to say about a relationship. Maybe that’s the problem. At the time […]
I went back to Sound City the next day and cut the other track they wanted. This time, the producer-manager-guy had nothing. I mean, okay, he had a cliche for a chorus, which the bass player-band leader put the kibosh on, and when I got sick of them fighting, I just piped up with, “Hey, […]
I’m not going to tell you the name of the band. It doesn’t matter anyway. I showed up at Sound City driving Remo’s truck. The place was in Van Nuys, and was in yet another one of those low, flat-roofed industrial buildings that are everywhere in Southern California. No one from the band seemed to […]
When I think “apartment” I think of a cubicle inside a big square box of a building. That’s what comes from growing up near New York City. In Boston, of course, an apartment is just as likely to be a couple of rooms in a Victorian house as it is a piece of an “apartment […]
I spent another week in Boston, during which Carynne made me go to the dentist, and I got all my new furniture arranged. My room seemed bigger when it had actual shelves and a sleek chest of drawers instead of all the piled milk crates. Having an actual bed meant there was room under it […]
I don’t know which were the more exhausting conversations I had that week, the ones with the lawyer or the ones with Lacey. They were equally difficult to understand, but sometimes you just have to go along with things and hope you figure them out later. The lawyer’s name was Harold Feinbaum, and the first […]
It took me a long time to get back to Remo’s. I think maybe there’s some chance that heatstroke had something to do with that. Or maybe I just felt like shit.
I got back in the truck and drove to the deli. Jonathan was already there. He stood up when I approached the table, which I took to mean I had an alarming expression on my face.
So it began to dawn on me that Jonathan was a morning person, no pun intended.