"I love the look of swept carpet" I say in the noon hour at Carl and Marty's. "I guess I never noticed" says Jake. I figure probably most people never notice. But after 3 + years working in movie theatres, throwing in some usher work it almost becomes a sort of art form. Vacuuming is similar too, seeing the flow of the carpet change direction and the light hit it differently. Dark and sheen like, though not Charley Sheen. Then dull and brighter. Stripes as you pull the thing. That has given me a thrill since I was little. Though I haven't ran a vacuum in years. Carpet doesn't play much of a role in my life anymore, and it's almongst the many things we don't have in our house. A Vacuum. Sweeping the carpet is just more fulfilling. Silly string and "chocolate stains" everywhere after a night of Thin Lizzy St. Patrick's Day celebrations. "Pin The Chocolate Stain On The Pants". Marty's mom comments to Jake "You went to the same grade school as Marty". Marty says "Then he went to Holy Name where he actually got to talk to girls", "No I just looked at them", Jake replies. "Socks everywhere, that's how you know it's been a party" but I'm in tights requiring no socks. Maddy took off yesterday around noon to New York City with that Framework band. Not quite falling in love with any of them of what I'm aware, but yet enough of a spontaneous appeal to have her write or more text her Dear John leter to Jo Jos before her 6:30 AM shift. Then last call Leo calls ablazen with anger at her arrival on his last night with Claire. Poor Leo. Oh Maddy, you missed crayons down Chubby's crack so you could cry in a New York City bar.
3PM - To clean out my car in Shepard's driveway as he attaches my new mismatched colored-passenger mirror. My garbage and junk say these things to me:
The Green Belt - One of many clothing items loaded to Maddy, has retired in the car for months now.
Several Messy Take-Out Containers - One filled with blue paint water.
Vintage Boy Scouts Handbook - You never can be too prepared.
Golden Corral Thermos - Transfered from Dad's Mazda to the Camry' in Jan. 2012. It is red.
Bag of Acrylic Paint - Been in car since May 2011 working on radio station Hacienda Party.
Wasted Roll of Paper Towels - Vastly saturated with god knows what. Most likely toddy from any number of leaks and spills maybe as far back as summer of 2010 on the 101. Perpetuated by Granger's feet.
Plastic Tupper-Bowl - Left by Tino in October 2011. His Yerba Mate bowl for stop in Mystic, Connecticut. Too strong! On our way back from awkward Barista conference in Providence.
Crumpled Paper Print outs - From American Airlines Flight from Los Angeles to Richmond, VA.
Napkins, Worn & Dried Up Pages of Atlas, Take out Silverware
an MKE 400 "Sennheiser" microphone accessory for a video camera manual left in Camry October 2011 by one of Robin's friends we picked up in Brooklyn on our way from NYC to Jamaica Plain, Mass for that Pink House Family tour. It's mostly in German. The kid was filming the tour. I hope he doesn't miss it too much.
Paper Takeout Menu from Canter's Deli 24 hour on Fairfax in Hollywood, CA found home here in Jan. 2012. Late night meet with Toulouse and Valerie in Mazda. I kept it.
In Cuyahoga Falls with Shepard, we've come to his favorite bar "Johnny Biggs,". He says the Philly Cheese steak is excellent. Stevie Wonder plays on the radio. Everybody knows his name. I'm introduced as "His cousin" funny.
After 9PM - Beau Animale. Probably the last time I'll be in this place before it becomes a taco joint. From a message Stan sent me earlier it sounds like Jackie is supposed to be in town and play. I brought him this Jane Child Record but he ain't here. I wonder where he's coming from. And great news, Maddy's ticket from Pittsburgh to Cleveland is overbooked and she's going to be stuck in Pittsburgh. I guess it looks like she'll have to buy a greyhound ticket and hop on with Leo. Leo gets his out of NYC at midnight. I'm sure it will pass through Pitts. She hasn't gone into detail about it yet.
Just got a call from Toulouse in Los Angeles! Neat. He likes my "Science Will Find A Way" track. He says he thinks it's the best so far. He said him and Valerie broke up a couple of months ago. Too bad, How can you know those things about some people? Valerie didn't say anything when we talked a couple weeks ago. Biff Hanes walks in. Damn I forgot his double mix tape he left at the house. Manny Moore and Granger walk in. Alvin wants to watch Martin Scorceese's "After Hours". Haven't seen a trace of Dante yet. Henry lounges with his locks on the couch. This droney vocals dude named Jerimiah "Scares" from Baltimore with a loop pedal moans away. I like the sounds coming out of his guitar, they're ambient and fuzzy. I hope Jackie will play. There's something like nothing else which takes you over when he's up there head up and down, strawberry blonde halo moving his hand and arm over those strings.
This morning was nice. Slowly waking to birds. We fell asleep to birds in "The Blue Hour". Dammit people are so hot and cold. Marty and I sharing a spot practically, our hands both petting Suzy in the dark. I actually feel a little uncomfortable about it in retrospect. It just seemed a little odd. He lay on the floor by the couch I was on. I had my head and hand on Suzy. Our feets were all on the automan. He had his hand I'm sure uncomfortably so on Suzy too outstretched above. And I just well ... I like Marty so I thought it was cute, but now I feel a bit awkward like maybe I did something wrong. But we did, him, Jake and I make it to St. Sebastian's on 65th for post-service donut and coffee. Hafta do it more often.
Jackie never comes.
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