Michael Joe Armijo's Blog, page 116

Hardly Perfect

[image error] "We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible."
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 2, 1986
Wednesday

This morning 'at work' was pretty stressful but I got over it. Margaret Lai could not even hold out her patience; whereby, I had to take a walk around the block all by myself during my first break. Margaret and I did get-together for lunch at B&M Chinese though. She is working overtime every day! I am not in the mood with this crazy weather.

I ended up going to mom's house for dinner. I rode my bike from 6:45PM until 8PM. Mom came over to my place and watched "OXFORD BLUES" for a change of scenery. She helped me pack a few things for my road trip.

I telephoned Sue Croce and we talked for a long while. She surprised me in many ways. We discussed Steve Green and she got me to open up about my so-called fling with him.
Sue said, "It's okay Michael. I'm open to it. It doesn't bother me."
"It doesn't?"
"No."
I was amazed that a girl would accept that fact that I had an affair with another guy. It made me feel better. It was like I had found this sweet girl who understood me. Sue tried to persuade me not to go to Los Angeles this weekend. Did she want me to spend the weekend with her?
"No, I feel like I'm up for the long drive."
At first she thought I was going with Steve, Ric, George and company. I straightened her out and explained that I was not going to be with them. I also told her about my plans to take a trip to New York City in August. She listened. I needed a listener.  Of course I didn't spill the beans about Ron.

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Mom left the house and I went to bed. I was happy that I did go bike riding today. I was recalling that Johnny Schaefer had given me a ring. He's okay. We may become good friends yet. I was still laughing about his comment about my COD (Chest of Death).
I had said, "You mean when someone sees my chest they're supposed to die in envy."
"Yeah, sort of," Johnny said with a straight face.
He's so funny and complimentary. I'm thankful for that…but I am hardly perfect.

"The only way to keep a secret is to choose one person to tell."
-"His Secret Life"
Italian motion-picture

He Stood You Up

[image error] "Oscar Wilde was so in love with style that he never realized the danger of biting off more than he could chew. In other words, of putting up more style than his matter could carry. Wise kings wear shabby clothes, and leave the gold lace to the drum major."
-George Bernard Shaw
on "My Memories of Oscar Wilde"

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 1, 1986
Tuesday

Okay…Happy July! Ron Leoni called.
Ron screeched, "I tried calling you yesterday! Didn't you get my message?"
"Oh yes, I got it. Laverne at my office took the message and didn't give it to me until late in the day. I didn't call you back because I wanted to get out of there."
"Oh."

There is still no word from Pac Bell Directory about a job offer or new job offerings.

At lunch I bought a hot dog and took a walk to Union Square. It was a beautiful, hot day. I found it very relaxing.

After work I was pumped up to do my muscle motion aerobics videotape workout for an hour. I then skedaddled my way to the gym. Steve Green was there.
Steve asked, "Do you want to stop by and see George Jones tonight since he lives in Hayward now?"
I hesitated a moment and broke down to say, "Sure, okay."

Mark Landreth and his bro, Phil, were at the gym as well. I rapped with them for a while. They're getting buffed and in-shape while I feel I am lagging. I couldn't even concentrate on my workout.

I talked with Janette once again.

I waited in the gym parking-lot in my car for Steve to come out of the gym. Finally, Steve appeared.
Steve said, "You'll never guess what just happened."
"What?" I asked.
"I saw Mark and asked where you were. He says 'Oh—he stood you up'."
That was shocking!

Anyway, I followed Steve Green in his car to his home in Hayward. Scott, one of George's roommates was there in the hot tub area. George actually arrived and I felt very awkward. He looked shorter than I remembered. He was five foot seven inches, skinny and tan with bleached blond hair. The extent of his blondness surprised me. He was never that fake blond before. He didn't do anything for me as far as the physical attraction anymore. He had just come from Family Fitness Center. Ironically, that's where Chad goes to work out now. I stayed there for a while and I'm sure George felt a tad awkward to see me. The house they live in is very nice. Scott works for Pac Bell in Corporate Budgets as a manager. I wasn't overly impressed because I know he was hired off the street (as a newbie). Scott acts a bit like a know-it-all (who happens to resemble Christopher Reeves to a small degree). I don't think I overstayed my welcome. However, I did what I wanted to do. I saw George and I really needn't see him again. There's nothing there except maybe a loss of $187 or so that was never paid back to me.
I've been listening to Johnny Schaefer's song called ALWAYS and the more I hear it…the more I like it. I encouraged my mom to listen to it. She was impressed by it.

I ate some ham and peas while at mom's house and then I went home to my place. I received a 'hanger upper' (someone who telephones and hangs up as soon as one picks up the receiver to say HELLO). Of course, Greg Manachevitz called immediately afterward, leading me to believe he is the 'hanger upper'. Funny…

[image error] Sue Croce telephoned me yesterday. I meant to bring her telephone number to work so that I could call her during my break. I forgot.


Tomorrow is the day I go to Los Angeles—I guess.


Mike Miller telephoned.
Mike said, "There's going to be a picnic in Fremont on the 4th! You should come."
I said, "I don't think I'll be around."


I felt like taking a long drive to Los Angeles anyway. Ron and I may stop over in Laguna Beach, too. That would be ironic if I were to see George, Ric, and Steve there. I know they were planning on an LA weekend as well. If I do see them--'so what'.

"I should like to write a novel certainly; a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet, and as unreal."
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"

Shoveling Dirt

[image error] "Everybody has certain talents."
-Character, 1997 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 30, 1986
Monday

It's "bye-bye" day for Johnny. We parted ways and I'm sure the weekend wasn't as "sexciting" as he may have expected. I just wasn't 'into' him. We parted on this morning. I drove off to work after dropping off the videotapes at MAGIC VIDEO.

When I reached the parking lot in San Francisco the (QBL) questionable construction worker was there again. He was on a tractor this time, shoveling dirt.

I need to tell Mark about my bisexuality…soon enough. He called me on Friday and I could feel the "vibes" of 'I'm calling you because I like you'. Sure, he mentioned Cindy had been calling him and had come by his house to see him.
"She asked to spend the night…so I let her," said Mark.
It's going to be time to tell him.

Johnny couldn't choose just 'one' of my photos to take with him. He wanted copies of them all. Give me a break!

I'm growing facial nubs like Mark Landreth has started to do.

I'll freak Ron Leoni out if I do choose to drive down South this weekend. There just aren't enough weekends to fill the gaps of what I want to do. I want to tour mom around San Francisco. I want to bicycle. I want to take my niece, Ashley, to the zoo with Margaret and her son, Lance. I want to go to Sacramento to visit my coworker, Judy (and possibly try out the canoeing). I want to go to Santa Cruz.

I am feeling horny this AM. It's been since Saturday morning. Yikes.

I wouldn't say the day was successful—but it was an okay day.

I telephoned Mark Landreth at his work number.
When I recognized his voice I asked, "Is Mr. Abdominals of 1990 there?"
Of course he replied, "Yes," clearing his throat, "This is he."
We discussed going to Santa Cruz on Saturday, July 12th. We may also do an extensive bike ride on July 13th.

I telephoned mom and urged her to schedule a doctor appointment because of a little bump on her shoulder that she was complaining about.
She had previously said, "I did, I made the appointment."
She lied, so I got pissed and hung up on her.

I haven't spoken to Ron. I need to tell him to get our tickets for the New York trip in August. He'll be pleased. I miss him. He's so much fun. I get good 'vibes' from knowing him. I feel progressive 'vibes'. After all, we're both Gemini's and he's born the same day as my brother, John.

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John, Sherri and Ashley left for DISNEYLAND this morning. Ashley will love it.


I met Cathy Boldacchi while walking in to work today. I saw her again as I was leaving.
Cathy said, "You look good in a beard."
I like her. Too bad she's married.


After work I did go bicycling and then hit the gym. I received two messages from Johnny Schaefer.
Johnny said, "I just wanted to tell you that I made it to Porterville okay."


Mom also called me to invite me over to her house to eat. I didn't go because I was still pissed at her for not going to the doctor.


When I was at the gym Mark and his brother, Phil, showed up. Phil just got a job at AB METALS. Phil was all excited about it.


To my amazement I thought I saw Chad at the gym but it wasn't him after all. Then, to my amazement I did see Steve Green! He had a new Sci-Fi book in hand.
Steve said, "I'm going to LA this weekend with George Jones, Ric and Doug."
After some fact-finding I learned that Ric is, of course, Steve's roommate and Doug is George's current roommate; however, George used to room with both Ric and Doug. I didn't even bother mentioning to Steve that I may be going to Palm Springs. Steve was polite enough. It was almost as if we'd just met for the first time again.

[image error] Janette was at the gym as well.
I hinted, "We ought to go on a bike ride outing together."
I guess that was a direct hint. She nodded.
"I'm bored. I'm not working," Janette announced.
"You should write."
She looked at me funny.
She added, "I'm leaving for Hawaii on Friday though."
"Lucky wench," I thought silently.
She's cute. Mark was raising his eyebrows at me from the distance as I was speaking to her.


Mark and Steve did the 8:30PM aerobics class. I didn't go. Instead, I worked out a bit more and rapped with Dave Trapp and Phil (Mark's kid brother).


While Dave was in the locker room with me he said, "You ought to start yourself out on a program of free weights."
"I just may do that."
I appreciated his advice. I just may do it. Dave's a cool guy.


I decided I was contradicting my own logic (Enjoy Life While You Have Life). So, I decided to go and see mom at her house after all. She would enjoy seeing me as I would her. I decided I would not hold a grudge because she didn't call the doctor. We watched PEE WEE HERMAN together. It was funny. We cracked-up over his silly antics. PEE WEE makes me laugh. I ate dinner at mom's house, too. I left at 10:10PM.


I showered; JO'd and went to bed.


Oh yes, Tim O'Brien called me. He's planning on a trip to Palm Springs tomorrow.
Tim insisted, "Just call me and we can possibly meet with some of my friends down there."
"We'll see," I said, using the common line that my cousin, Mandy, uses.  That is her line.

"Being different made me stronger."
-GLEE, TV series
Episode 9: WHEELS

A Porn Star

[image error] "Why am I doing all of this?"
-Philosophical Statements Book
by Michael J Armijo

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 29, 1986
Sunday

Johnny Schaefer and I went to Ole's Waffle Shop for breakfast. We dropped by MAGIC VIDEO and we rented three films: PEE WEE HERMAN, OXFORD BLUES and BACK TO THE FUTURE. We lounged and watched movies all day. We took a break to eat at the Ice-Cream Dock.

I read aloud some of my Philosophical Statements. I also wrote down some new, interesting acronyms. We just plain lounged on this lazy Sunday.

I went to mom's house for a short spell. I gave her a copy of the taped movies.   I took some goodies to my place.

One of the new acronyms I wrote was TIBO (Tomorrow It'll Be Over).  I guess I was looking forward to Johnny's departure.  I needed some space.  I guess knowing that both Ron and John were temporary guests had cramped my style (for a while).  Ron's a bit more outgoing and fun (except I cannot stand his smoking habit).  John's got a hang up or two. He isn't exactly gorgeous—but he's okay. Then again, Ron is hardly gorgeous either.  Am I?  John implies that he's not exactly gorgeous.
John said, "You have a COD."
"What's that? Cash on delivery?"
Johnny laughed, "No, it means Chest of Death."
I remember he also said, "You know, Mike—you really resemble a porn star named Jeff Stryker."
I don't know who that is—but I intend to find out eventually.

PHOTO: Porn star, Jeff Stryker
[image error] Sue Croce telephoned me the other night. I was recalling our conversation.
"You know, Michael…I met Steve Green at the gym after I'd met him at your party."
"Oh, did he say something?" I asked nervously.
"Yeah, he did actually!"
"What?" I asked, knowing I was happy she couldn't see the expression on my face.
"He blatantly said 'I DON'T LIKE YOU' to me."
"You're kidding me! He doesn't even know you!"
"I know…that's what got me."
"Did you ask him why?"
"Well, I think it's mainly because I left Rick for you at your Birthday party. That's the way he sees it."
I didn't say much more, realizing that Steve must have some jealous possibilities sifting.


I telephoned Sue this morning but her mother answered the phone.
Sue's mother said, "Oh, she's gone all day."
I thought that was odd. Her mother mentioned something about Steve and Chad. However, I don't think Steve Green and Chad Mark Glen know one another. Who knows? And what does it matter?

"Make those eyes water if you have to, but converse (talk calmly) about the situation (to ____ or yourself) out loud."
-Philosophical Statements Book
by Michael J Armijo

Prescription for Loneliness

[image error] "Sometimes you have to cut the tree to save the fruit."
-as heard while watching the Swiss film
VITUS, 2007

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 28, 1986
Saturday

It was raunchy waking-up to find Johnny Schaefer there. It irks me to the point where I wonder how we really met (at the airport, waiting for our flight). He's a singer. He brought me a couple of tapes: "Always" and "Prescription for Loneliness". They are two songs that he actually wrote. He also sang aloud two songs: "Cinnamon Sweater" and "A Time to Cry" of which he plans to record next month.

Last night Mark Landreth called me.
Mark asked, "Do you want to go to Manteca to some lake near there to water ski?"
I knew I didn't want to go water ski. Water sports are not my favorite past time.
I asked, "How did you come up with this idea?"
"Ah, I met some girl at the store today and she invited me."
"I wish I could go but I have a visitor here from Anaheim."
I really did want to go. I could've been a spectator. I didn't have to actually water ski.

John (aka Johnny) and I went for a drive to San Francisco with my Mustang convertible top down. It was fun feeling our hair blowin' in the wind. We went to Ocean Beach and on through Geary and Fisherman's Wharf and on through California Street. Ironically, we didn't get out of the car until we hit Berkeley where we rummaged through a few shops. I bought some greeting cards. I also bought some cards earlier while at South Shore Shopping Center in Alameda. We had stopped at the Sandpiper Hallmark shop after our pastries at La Petit Boulangerie.
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While in Berkeley I made another purchase. I bought a poster of an old-fashioned Papillon and Bicycle. I also bought a new Pink Panther on a bicycle figurine that I thought was really cool.


John and I ate at Larry Blake's in Berkeley. After the meal we decided to return to my home.


While at my pad it was mutually decided that we ought to go and see a movie. I drove to Hayward and we saw A ROOM WITH A VIEW.   It was a British film which was kind of funny. I like those period stories. It was okay.


Then we just returned home after the move. I was tired. I simply hit the hay. Yawn.


"Try to love me a little more and want me a little less."
-Women In Love,
1969 film

My Doorbell Rang

[image error] "I was acting. Couldn't you tell?"
-Dective Dee and The Mystery of the Phantom Flame
2010 epic motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 27, 1986
Friday

It's Friday…everyone's favorite day of the week.

I did something naughty at lunch. I went to The New Man Clothing store and bought a new pair of pants and a new shirt that cost me $150.00! Why did I do that? At least I entered a contest there for a trip to Hong Kong, too. Still…it was very bad of me. If only Margaret Lai were with me. I probably wouldn't have made the impulse purchase if she were there. Margaret went shopping with Angela.

Ron Leoni called me while at work today.
"Mike, guess what?"
"What?"
"I found a new place to live in Palm Springs!"
"You did?"
"Yeah, it's a studio apartment type of set-up. I really want you to drive down this 4th of July weekend to see it!"
I didn't give him a definite answer but I think I will do it. Heck…why not? I only live once.

I telephoned Clare Chan, my new stock broker. She's going to give me a call next week. At that time I will make a decision on my IRA Transfers. I should know the companies that I will actually invest with at that time as well.
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After work I went home and relaxed on the couch when my doorbell rang. I freaked out. Who could it be? I thought it was a salesman or something. To my surprise it was Johnny Schaefer! It was 6:30PM and it was good to see him but I couldn't help but feel awkward. I think he felt a tad strange about being there, too. He's a friend (period). The mutuality is not there. Apparently his so-called back pain wasn't too painful for him to make the trip from Los Angeles.


Anyway, Johnny and I ended up going to Lung Kong for a Chinese dinner. We returned to my abode and watched that Natalie Wood movie I like called BRAINSTORM. Then we went to bed.

"I don't want to cause a fuss."
-The Good Doctor, 2011 film

A Man For The 90's

[image error] "I don't feel real."
I think it is because I'm poised on the past as well as the present and what little there may be of the future.
-May Sarton
"At Eighty-Two, A Journal"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 26, 1986
Thursday

Once again I continue to call Pac Bell Directory with no word as to what will happen with my job search.

I've been reviewing companies that I will choose to invest with by purchasing common stock. I may choose Gemini II, Chase Manhattan, Moore Corporation, Dean Foods and United Artists Corporation.

I also had a brainstorm idea today. I decided to send a great photo (if one can be found) of myself to J Walter Thompson Ad Agency and Ford Model Agency-New York and Out of Our Minds Agency in San Francisco. I can include a note 'Jake Jaguar-A Man For the 90's…you decide…Contact 'Star-One Agency in San Francisco at 415-522-1986 (my telephone number) or Santa Rosa at 707-425-7031 (Steph Redding's telephone number)'. I can send the same note and photo to major magazine Art and Advertising Directors along with companies like Calvin Klein, Levi Strauss and Alliance Films (just so I get some added exposure). Then I'll send a letter to Stephen Freidman of Kings Road Entertainment and persuade him to take the risk on a screenplay written by me (along with my photo and a copy of my Marketing degree). I will need to have my photos duplicated first. Then I can type the letters after I acquire all of the addresses (and get the stamps). I will mail them and wait and see if I strike out or not.

Today I had lobster at the Front Page Restaurant for lunch. It was good. It was nothing like Ron Leoni's lobster though! Eva Siler accompanied us for lunch. She was okay.
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I had good intentions about going to the gym. I was even gung-ho about an aerobics class but I got into my common stock investment decision-making instead. Mom came over and cleaned-up my place a little bit.


Johnny Schaefer called.
"I hurt my back," Johnny moaned.


Steph Redding called.
"My attorney contacted me and my ex wants to see Tabitha!"


Nici Maurino called.
"I'm just so bored. I needed someone to talk to about my troubles in the LAC. My managers are all gripes. I want to go to another department."
I laughed and said, "Welcome to the club!"
I talked to Nici for over an hour. I shared a lot. I disclosed how much I want to go to Pac Bell Directory. I actually told her about my artificial insemination donation from a couple of years ago.


I don't feel so poor when I think of my common stock holdings (approximately $10,000) and my Citibank Savings ($6000) and my Sacramento balloon payment from real-estate ($8600) and my Pac Bell Company Savings Plan ($3000). It's just that the bills still have to disappear!

Each letter he would iron, laminate and file.
-MARY AND MAX
2009 Australian film

You're In-Shape

[image error] With the intoxication of youth in him...
-Thomas Mann
"Fallen", written in 1894

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 25, 1986
Wednesday

I telephoned the Jobs Hotline last night at 4AM. I'm obsessed with getting into Pac Bell DIRECTORY now. I wrote Carol Ann McClain (the Placement Manager) a cover letter about me. I stressed how much I want to be a part of Pac Bell DIRECTORY.

I telephoned Ron Leoni once again. He was at Billy's this time. He spent the night there. That's one really nice place to stay the night (Morningside Country Club). I think he showed Billy some of our pictures.
I said, "Just don't show him any of the ones in my underwear!"
Ron laughed devilishly.
"You better not!" I shouted.
"I won't…don't worry."

Margaret and I ate at B&M Chinese as usual. I was stuffed from the WAR WONTON soup. Margaret was bitching a lot.
I remember saying, "You know Margaret I started a PHILOSOPHICAL STATEMENTS book."
Margaret asked, "Really?"
"Yes, I write lines, phrases, quotes or sentences that strike me. I think I even wrote something you said to me. If you want…I'll bring in the book tomorrow."
"Yes, yes…I want to see it!"

After work (and believe me I hardly worked because I was only open for calls for two and half hours today) I went to mom's house. I finished my turkey-avocado sandwich and then went home with intentions of going on my evening bike ride. To my dismay my front tire was flat. So I just went to the gym.

While working out at the gym I saw Dave. I was surprised to see him since he'd pulled his hamstring. Mark showed up.
"So where have you been," I asked Mark.
"Oh, I've been sick."
He didn't look too well. He looked rather pale actually.

I also saw Jeanette at the gym. She stopped by me and said her usual, "Hello!"
We shared some small talk.
When Jeanette left she looked me in the eyes and said, "l will see you manana."

I went to mom's house again after my workout. I sliced a couple of watermelon. While slurping I watched the end of an old 1974 Linda Blair movie called BORN INNOCENT.
PHOTO: Actress Linda Blair
[image error] When I left and returned to my pad I received a phone call from Steph Redding. She called me back while I was inserting pictures in my photos album from when Ron was visiting. There are a few really good shots of me (surprisingly).
Steph said, "I have something to tell you."
I acted interested and asked, "Oh, what?"
"I'm marrying an airline pilot from United Airlines."
I laughed silently. She's such a bull shitter. I know it.


Dave made me feel good at the gym tonight.
I said to Dave, "You know…when I leave the gym I feel I've only done eighty-percent of what I could've done."
Dave replied, "That just tells ya that you're in-shape. That's good!"
I smiled and said, "Yeah, right."
Why does my gut feel OOI (Out-Of-It)?


I've been listening to the cassette tapes that Ron Gave me. They're good. I like them. I hate to call Ron now because if he's not there I hate to burden Michael or Billy by asking 'Is Ron there?' I feel stupid. It's as if I'm calling Ron too much.


Judy Geniella, my coworker, wants me to go canoeing and enjoy a BBQ one upcoming weekend in July. I think I'm going to take her up on the invitation. She's only one and a half hours away (Sacramento). She really is okay. Her fifteen year old son, Scott, is cool, too.


Wow, this weekend Johnny Schaefer visits. Next 4th of July I will go to Palm Springs to see Ronald Leoni. The following weekend I may go to Sacramento. Busy…Busy…

We have thousands of things which help us be away from ourselves.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
"Being Peace"

New York

[image error] "Adventure beckons."
-Yann Martel
THE LIFE OF PI

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 24, 1986
Tuesday

I telephoned Ron from work. We made arrangements to leave on August 16th from San Francisco Airport to Denver and then on to New York. The return flight would be on August 23rd. It will be a full-week in New York. That'll be fun. I know it. I can't wait! We were able to get $99 flights (a total of $198). That's quite a deal on UNITED AIRLINES.

I telephone Carol McClain, the Placement Manager at Pac Bell Directory.
Carol said, "You may have to take a typing test if it comes to you being offered the Staff position."
I thought, "That'll be a good sign if I am job offered."
I actually said to Carol, "I'm crossing my fingers and toes."

I went biking after work. It was a good ride. I was going to go to the gym but I stopped at mom's house. I decided to stay with her for a while. I watched half of MOONLIGHTING, a TV show starring Cybill Shepherd and Bruce Willis with mom.

When I returned home and I went to bed.

I remembered that Johnny Schaefer is coming to visit this weekend. It'll be okay. He's nice…but…
I am always leery. So we shall see.

He enjoyed infinite possibilities, creating balance and coherence, contentment.
-Bette Bao Lord
"Spring Moon"

Enjoy Life While You Have Life

[image error] "There's a hole in your life—but I'm not the filling.   I'm an accident."
-Regular Guys
1996 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 23, 1986
Monday

I like Margaret Lai's line: "Life's too short to moan and groan."
I like my line, too: "Enjoy Life while you have Life."

Dad accompanied me this morning for the drive to the BART station. I left for work and Dad kindly took my car in to Morris Landy FORD on Park Street. The serviceman tried to rip us off at first; however, he found another place in Alameda (on Eagle Avenue) and they're going to replace my shattered rear window for $387.

I learned that I don't have Auto Insurance. This was news to me. Steph Redding claims that she had told me it expired in March but that's 'bullshit' because I remember specifically telling her about my speeding ticket that I received on April 12th. Her name is mud. I hate the fat bitch! Oh well…my car is getting repaired tomorrow anyway (and at a reasonable cost).

I telephoned Ron and shared the latest news.
Ron shared his own news by saying, "I got a new job starting July 16th."
"You did…where?" I asked.
"It's at some place called THE OASIS. Things seem to be going okay now."
"I'm glad."
"Yeah, and I temporarily moved in with a friend of mine named Michael."
"Oh no, it's not the old drunken looking, cocaine nosed-out one, is it?"
Ron laughed and said, "No, not him."
I went home and went cycling and then hit the gym. I met up with Birda while riding my bike.
Birda said, "I was working in Pismo Beach and I got to ride there. You'd love it."
She often mentions this place. It sounds appealing. We also spoke about the Bike Tour de San Francisco. Birda is so nice. I think she may like me—but I'm not so sure. We rode together for a few miles. I felt shitty at one point because some other cyclist passed me up. I am beginning to believe I am out of shape in the cycling arena. I have to get back into it. I want that new Italian BIANCHI bicycle that I saw at Pacific Bicycles in San Francisco. The price tag was only $600. Yikes.
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My gym workout was good. Dave was there and we worked on our abdominals together. He pulled his hamstring and was all out-of-it. Mark Landreth never showed up at the gym tonight.


I left the gym, stopping at mom's house. I watched an episode of "The Young and The Restless" and then went home to my pad.


Ron Leoni called and left a message on my answering machine. I didn't return his call because I can't afford to be calling to Palm Springs all of the time.

The joy faded from his powerful and earnest face as he compared his vast hopes with his slender resources.
-Honroe de Balzac