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He reminded me
of James Dean in “East Of Eden”
or more
accurately, James Dean in “East Of Eden”
… if he’d been
dumb, crazy and reckless,and spent half of his life wired
on cheap Hell’s Angel’s crank and bad wine
working in a
booth on the midway of a low-rent traveling carnival
He was sinister
and baby-faced, white trash in a black leather jacket
He was from
Florida and had eyelashes as long as his criminal record
Dirty blonde
hair hanging in his face, he drove a poison green metal flake
’56 Pontiac Fire
Chief with a six-pack stashed under the passenger seat
Any sane person
would’ve stayed the hell away…but he was the ex of one of my
girlfriends and
she was on the East Coast with an ex of mine
So when he burst
in on me in the backstage bathroom of the Whisky a-Go-Go
while I applied
my lipstick
and told me he’d
always though I was cute, I figured everything would be ok
In one swift
movement he kicked the door shut and turned off the light
and had me
pressed up against the sink
It wasn’t ‘til
later that night kissing feverishly in the laundry room at a party in
Silverlake
when my current
boyfriend (whom I’d accidentally left
at the Whisky)
kicked the door
down with a cry of triumph, and I realized
that I might have made a slight judgmental
error
The next day I
woke up with puffy, tearful eyes
and clothes
crusted over with a mixture of Budweiser and ALL Detergent
I didn’t see too
much of him after that…or my boyfriend, for that matter
The couple of
times I saw my boyfriend he ignored me
The couple of
times I saw him he was either brawling or incoherent
Last year, I
heard he’d done time for robbing a bank
Oh, well… it was
fun while it lasted
#
This piece took place in the early 1980’s, and was published
in my book
Senorita Sin
(1994, Incommunicado Press)
