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| billie, handsome rob, generation terrorists, writing, gothic, applications, food, amsterdam, actors, maury povitch, | So so taco bell bad. "When I get one," I say. taco bell Then, "Why are you sitting all the way over there?" "In your dreams," she says, stays where she is, goes back to telling me why she's not reading my book. She says, "Writing is art. You...you just do it because you can, not because you love the art of it." Kat's a professional writer. Been published in lots of the big magazines. No books yet, but all over the newspapers and national weeklies. Journalist. Some short stories not sold. Once her novel sells, she'll be taco bell my hero. For now she's just a friend who's better than me at what I want to do more than breathe. "But I love writing," I tell her. Stutter a little trying to figure the words. "I love to be with writers. It's why I love being with you, right?" "That's the only reason? Because you think you can get writing advice from me?" "Shit. Damn. NO. I that's not what I mean. Okay--can we just rewind? |
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| Reminds me of a time on spring break. Fort Lauderdale. Must have been something like 1979. What the hell was her name? Remember the song was, "Always and Forever." Sing the first few words. Kat maury povitch tells me to cut it out, that it's rude to be having coffee with one woman and stare at another, which makes me forget for a moment that she's criticising me. "What are maury povitch you singing?" "Little things can make you drift in the springtime. I'm singing a memory. My whole life has this maniacal soundtrack. It's stupid sometimes. Stuff like maury povitch disco got stuck in there back in the seventies. I still remember them playing 'She's a Brick House' at the Homecoming dance I went to stag. Bad time. But that girl on skates...damn...reminded me someone a long time ago made me feel like like I didn't care if the world detonated and left me floating in space surrounded by sand that used to be California. Give my fortune to feel that way again." "Fortune? You?" she asks, looking over the top of her sunglasses in a way that makes me really want to kiss her bad--(ly). |
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