Forget life lessons. We have Bill Murray.
While Marc was cutting cocaine, Curt showed me pictures of Hawaii and the sappy “deep” books he’d given Rikki to read; they were by Hugh Prather and the guy who wrote Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
In downtown Miami, when we went past a long motorcade of honking Cubans waving flags in support of the 10,000 Havanans on the Peruvian embassy grounds, I shouted “¡Viva Cuba libre!” out the car window.
Much of the media has attempted to discuss the alt-right/African American racial dynamic by taking an academic approach. This interview takes attacks the issue at a more common sense angle.
Since Danny broke up with him, Brad has been a mess. He loved Danny, and though he knew it wouldn’t go on forever, he wasn’t prepared for the call from Danny on his first Thanksgiving home from Dartmouth when Danny told Brad he never wanted to see him again.
Susan felt Sean was cruel to have disappeared and left me no way to contact him in the first place, and that he compounded his cruelty last night on WFLA by calling me with 50,000 people listening in on the radio, giving me no way to respond to him personally or to find out where I can reach him.
His editors didn’t like the serious portraits of me, so he brought one of those arrows which go around one’s head, the kind Steve Martin made famous, and we took an hour’s worth of photos with my head being pierced by an arrow. At least I didn’t have to dress like Michael Jackson or Boy George. All in a day’s work for a budding celebrity.
I was in the hellhole of the world today, at the Men’s Shelter on the Bowery. I have never seen such degradation. But the men I saw were mostly insane alcoholics. . .
Can we really use the “mating market,” to humanize women? No; we are supposed to use conscientious marketing strategies to enjoy “success” with women.
There were a lot of cute guys in the Broward Mall. Despite my cold, I’m been feeling unreasonably horny. I guess it’s the warm weather, but I’m dying for sex. Maybe when I feel better, I’ll go down to the Fort Lauderdale beach.