Random Scrap:
"I'm gonna pick you up". David would call late at night and pick me up from across the street. We would sometimes drive to Hollywood or sometimes to Denny's. Eating banana splits under the cover of the night making friends with the waiter. We never really hang out much during the day. I really met him only once in Palm Springs and other than that I didn't really know much about his life. I wasn't even sure if I knew his name. He worked somewhere in Los Angeles during the day. But I also didn't care. It was just nice to be with someone and the ambiguity didn't bother me that much. It was a good break from the anexieties of the evenings, due papers or money thoughts. He was always on my unconditional side. We didn't cry but we sang to the songs on the radio. He ate fish heads at the Korean place. We both loved examining spanking at Mickey's on Wednesday nights. With the woman lying on the slide and a man lashing her with a whip. To the background of the old man sitting on his cane pulling out his hands to tip the go-go dancer.