Alice
Met up at Alice at a wine bar, and watched her eat two rounds of oysters with the upmost exuberance. Her makeup was tricolored and looked smudged. She talked as if always trying to hold in a big screaming fit of laughter. She was on time to the minute.
She told me she'd been living at a hostel downtown on her way to ny to start school for the stipend. All week she'd been hanging out at hotel pools, reading books and writing. It was a last minute decision to come to LA, just a few days hang based on the price of a plane ticket.
I sat opposite of her, thinking about how much life has changed since the last time we hung out, hung out, which started at a beachside party in Miami and ended up with the next two days of readings, and lunches and finally I had to leave them at the beach.
That first night I was jetlagged from returning from Asia and hadn't slept all night and still we stayed up until 2AM trying to roll cigarettes in the breeze. For once, we were the guests of honor amongst the white people in cheesy clothes. And of course, we were the only Asians so we committed to congregating every hour to talk shit.
I love the company of poets, the most wild-eyed, heartbroken, so much energy. Usually in life it's hard to keep them around, but they are always the ones I look for at parties. Anyway, Alice and I had so much fun in Miami, I couldn't help but want to hang out with her even though I have like no time and in no state to have fun. It didn't work. I felt like a lump of old bread next to her. I went home afterwards and took a nap.
She told me she'd been living at a hostel downtown on her way to ny to start school for the stipend. All week she'd been hanging out at hotel pools, reading books and writing. It was a last minute decision to come to LA, just a few days hang based on the price of a plane ticket.
I sat opposite of her, thinking about how much life has changed since the last time we hung out, hung out, which started at a beachside party in Miami and ended up with the next two days of readings, and lunches and finally I had to leave them at the beach.
That first night I was jetlagged from returning from Asia and hadn't slept all night and still we stayed up until 2AM trying to roll cigarettes in the breeze. For once, we were the guests of honor amongst the white people in cheesy clothes. And of course, we were the only Asians so we committed to congregating every hour to talk shit.
I love the company of poets, the most wild-eyed, heartbroken, so much energy. Usually in life it's hard to keep them around, but they are always the ones I look for at parties. Anyway, Alice and I had so much fun in Miami, I couldn't help but want to hang out with her even though I have like no time and in no state to have fun. It didn't work. I felt like a lump of old bread next to her. I went home afterwards and took a nap.