Friday for French
F 7.8.06 7:30
Third step on knees. Concerns with Dez and communicating them them for effective results with Mei. She sounded evasive (typical) when I ran my concern by her late by phone. Dez' behavior as I ran it by fellow Dad of five year old thought the big D is impacting the Dez. Eg, his expressed wish that Mommy and Daddy live in one house when we exited the car in the Getty parking lot. This nonsequitor catches my attention and to be ignored. Anyway I seek a solution to the lad's troubled psyche as I doubt there is a normal healthy response by kids to Mom and Dad breaking up.
Stayed late in Hollywood. Accepted Lazaar's invite to barbecue after blowing a fourth tour he'd set up and my phone outta commish. I did linger in Hollywood visiting a nearby 99¢ store that was plenty big for do-dads and dealy-bobs. Spent far to much when I only arrived to pick up a few rolls of film. Great barbecue. An inspired concoction of grilled beefs with pita bread style ensemble of burger and tossed salad. Cute little bungalow on De Longpre near Orange even more compressed than the Dwight digs of Berkeley from years ago. I like Vera and the kids Sophia, age 2 1/2 and Sammy age 5. Bounced little Sophia on my knee recalling how little these children can be. Richard the English there in his usual cool mild mannered even keel presentation of himself. Nice guy. He's Lazaar's teacher's pet. That's OK about the same age, 30 something, American immigrants, and they like soccer. Richard is an English army brat traveling hither and yon in his gypsy upbringing as a sergeant's son. Even Germany.
My day on the street OK. Diminishing returns after first tour- $53, 20, 18. talk abut diminishing returns! No formula. Just stay in good spirits and have fun. The per tour cash out saves the bacon ultimately. A buck is a buck but must keep my eye on the big kahuna, that is, a real gig by October. Solid. If not sooner.
Friday is upon me. Maybe action. Maybe not. I'll trip down for a $50 run. It all adds up. I sure have a lot of photos on the processing pipeline. Losing track. Great stuff on the Boulevard. That's why I will linger there when I am not really making dough.
Spell it out. What's to do:
Cape. 1. Richard wants numbers. 2. Replace bulkhead steps. (Gosh I actually want a cigarette right now. Obsession sneaks back but no thanks.) Change my thinking from smoking to wet sex... A sexy Latina named Paloma comes to mind. Yesterday this shop girl stood around with her generous boobs on display under a one shoulder halter top. Nice knockers as I consider the possiblities of fondling her breasts. That first means a date. Too much trouble. Maybe she'll model for me. Show me her strawberry textured nipple on her brown bosoms.OK no more cigarettes.) Cape do I have a vendor? Can I afford it?
Relax. Take this self-portrait in stride as an assignment. Also book cover. Need to exercise again. Pirates open. Too many dirty movies in my spare time. Gosh the internet can be an endless porn parade. Watch out!
Third step on knees. Concerns with Dez and communicating them them for effective results with Mei. She sounded evasive (typical) when I ran my concern by her late by phone. Dez' behavior as I ran it by fellow Dad of five year old thought the big D is impacting the Dez. Eg, his expressed wish that Mommy and Daddy live in one house when we exited the car in the Getty parking lot. This nonsequitor catches my attention and to be ignored. Anyway I seek a solution to the lad's troubled psyche as I doubt there is a normal healthy response by kids to Mom and Dad breaking up.
Stayed late in Hollywood. Accepted Lazaar's invite to barbecue after blowing a fourth tour he'd set up and my phone outta commish. I did linger in Hollywood visiting a nearby 99¢ store that was plenty big for do-dads and dealy-bobs. Spent far to much when I only arrived to pick up a few rolls of film. Great barbecue. An inspired concoction of grilled beefs with pita bread style ensemble of burger and tossed salad. Cute little bungalow on De Longpre near Orange even more compressed than the Dwight digs of Berkeley from years ago. I like Vera and the kids Sophia, age 2 1/2 and Sammy age 5. Bounced little Sophia on my knee recalling how little these children can be. Richard the English there in his usual cool mild mannered even keel presentation of himself. Nice guy. He's Lazaar's teacher's pet. That's OK about the same age, 30 something, American immigrants, and they like soccer. Richard is an English army brat traveling hither and yon in his gypsy upbringing as a sergeant's son. Even Germany.
My day on the street OK. Diminishing returns after first tour- $53, 20, 18. talk abut diminishing returns! No formula. Just stay in good spirits and have fun. The per tour cash out saves the bacon ultimately. A buck is a buck but must keep my eye on the big kahuna, that is, a real gig by October. Solid. If not sooner.
Friday is upon me. Maybe action. Maybe not. I'll trip down for a $50 run. It all adds up. I sure have a lot of photos on the processing pipeline. Losing track. Great stuff on the Boulevard. That's why I will linger there when I am not really making dough.
Spell it out. What's to do:
Cape. 1. Richard wants numbers. 2. Replace bulkhead steps. (Gosh I actually want a cigarette right now. Obsession sneaks back but no thanks.) Change my thinking from smoking to wet sex... A sexy Latina named Paloma comes to mind. Yesterday this shop girl stood around with her generous boobs on display under a one shoulder halter top. Nice knockers as I consider the possiblities of fondling her breasts. That first means a date. Too much trouble. Maybe she'll model for me. Show me her strawberry textured nipple on her brown bosoms.OK no more cigarettes.) Cape do I have a vendor? Can I afford it?
Relax. Take this self-portrait in stride as an assignment. Also book cover. Need to exercise again. Pirates open. Too many dirty movies in my spare time. Gosh the internet can be an endless porn parade. Watch out!