Sitting on the love seat newly set on a diagonal in Dad's main room listening to dad punch away on the computer talking of some photograph he wants to get of debbie harry that he saw in this gallery "Morrison Hotel" by the former CBGB, now John Varvatos. Don't even figure my feelings on that pile of irony are worth writing down. Obvious. I remember walking through those, now store fronts with dad in August 2009. Not a shadow of former glory in the Bowry. I want to go back to New York City.Want to see Leo, want to get rid of the 2 10-dollar MTA cards I have left. An air of multi-level spiritual release comes to mind when I think of it. You could walk those streets and not talk to anybody and still feel like you just stayed up all night talking to a stranger in a neon cafe. It's those sidewalks and the noise, forever echoing and you become all at once the past present and future.
Dad passes me a sealed envelops. Old mail of Jenny's from some ministry in Chicago. On the back is written Steve Job's quote:
"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life." "Don't be trapped by dogma---Which is living w/ the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."
- Steve Jobs 1955 - 2011
Really good idea. Doesn't surprise me dad would write it down. He loves any words had to say by somebody encouraging other to march to the beat of their own drum so to speak. It takes a smart one to appreciate that. To say those things. The ever-collector, and connoisseur of all things with a heart. Him and mom linger over an old table of ours, big white board on 2 TP white legs, watching youtube videos featuring sounds and faces they know from the 1970s - 1980s Los Angeles. Mom always on the lookout for old friends.
-- At Target appeasing mom to buy Benny odds and ends for the house. Funny some of my best entertainment on a trip like this I will find taping the poor target floor clerk moping over a broken bottle of Archer Farm wine. "It's such a shame" he says unbeknownst to him, I am listening and watching him. Cursing his job, and then he smiles at me. He probably thinks I did it the way I stalk the scene of the crime.
Mom pops out asking him where the salsa verde is. He explains the difference between this and SuperTarget and that the stock changes with the demographic of the area. I think I'll take that audio and put it out on a tape with the boys wrestling and trying to get in the tunnel.
Dad continues to thisd ay that Tom Cruise is gay. "I will put my life on it" bringing up Opera, all silly shit. Thinking Opera is losing her credit, book clubsm free stuff, lying book club authors. He wishes he still had his running journals. Lost in a storage unit years and years ago. Too behind on payments. I wonder what he thinks now. I'd hate to dig that up.
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