9:37 am - Taking Shelby to school. Political Science. Torrance, El Camino. 710 N Long Beach Freeway to 91. Rushing in and out of Peter and Jeana's. Stopping a the 7/11 so Shelby can get a snack. Benny gets his paper. Maybe we'll stop at Pop Monster today. Maybe not. Everyone's plans are so screwy.
"Beach Culture Architecture", something neat that comes out of Benny's mouth.
Before we pick up Shelby. Stuck in a smelly Yoshinoya Beef Bowl on Redondo Beach Blvd. Listening to some tall black guy holler on his iphone about bad customer service. I kind of feel like puking. 3000 miles away from home to listen to some jerk yell about Asian fast food.
Back at Peter's, dad recounts for the 3rd time, his budding heads with this dude at Yoshinoya. Of course as soon as I slam the door at this guy trying to escape, dad gets into it with him. Into restaurant manager mode. I won't recount his story. It's too insulting.
"Want some?"
"No thanks, I'm allergic to MSG." Says Shelby. Gimme a break.
Peter and Benny used to live in Hermosa Beach. Saying they were setting off fireworks and caught a palm tree on fire. The cops named the guys across the street too.
2:00 pm - "Chips" Cafe, 11908 Hawthorne Blvd. in Hawthorne, the city. Not too bad considering Pulp Fiction's "Hawthorne Grill" was demolished to make way for an oh-so-culturally-significant Auto Zone. Chips is beautiful. Turquoise bar seats, peach colored booths, even the cabinetry behind the counter is in tact. The tall windows California light shining through. The little hole for the kitchen orders, spectacular. Original looking cash register, slanted ceilings, and even a patio with striped awnings and partitions with little bubble gingerbread work in them. Completely preserved.
UCLA, Westwood school campus bathroom. There's a Jamba Juice in the hallway. Student life. How fascinating. Green lawns and a bear mascot. Charging my phone while Shelby pees. Meeting up with Toulouse & Vanessa at the Intelligensia in Venice Beach.
Nice to catch up with T & U. Shelby thought they were nice. Also met Daryl Miligan for the first time. Gave me a giant catalogue of books his publishing house sells. Wicked photos, esoteric, disturbing stuff. Maddy's going to love it. I got a phone call from her yesterday. She was crying. Said about 20 minutes before she'd crashed her car. Was looking at a beautiful full moon and she rear-ended somebody at 65th and Erie . I felt pretty/feel pretty bad. She hadn't told her dad yet. They left because there was no damage to their car. No cops called. She got lucky. Doesn't even have a license yet. Says the car looks pretty bad. It sucks. But maybe she'll take certain things a little more seriously. She never understood when I'd get mad as she'd flip out over the moon or a cute bunny or something, scream, scare the shit out of me, whoever was driving. It sounds like she's pretty down in the dumps. Her and Karl aren't getting along. I guess Leo & Claire are gone. I hope she'll get my postcard soon.
I gave Daryl a record. He gave me a paperback Marilyn Monroe biography. After seeing those pictures in the LA Times, having been looking for a copy of "The Misfits" already and dad mentioning that he wanted to see that "My Week With Marilyn" movie, I just had this inkling to want to read something about her. A complex person. We're all complex, but hey we don't all have biographies.
"Ra.... RA.... RA" Shelby imitates "Bibi" her pet bird in the morning being all annoying. Benny rolls over mid-sleep ..
"Will you shut the fuck up... Jesus" all pissed. Shelby's busting one laughing. Benny tries to convince Shelby he's been "bumping uglies" in her new back seat. Totally sick. To the same person who plugs her ears in the bedroom so she can't hear Petey's pee stream hit the toilet bowl. I'm going to miss watching dad attack Jack....
"You need to wear a bra for Christ's sake!"
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