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 OUTDecember 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 17th 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