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07 may 2000
----- I'm getting sick of rent-a-vehicles. Yesterday, I dropped off the Toyota Corolla at Enterprise on LaCienega in Culver City. From there, AC drove me to U-Haul where I picked up a GMC truck for a few hours. For the next few days I'll be cruising New York and New Jersey in a Ford Escort, which I just picked up at Newark International Airport. The red-eye landed at 6am. I got next-to-no sleep on the airplane, despite being in first class. The seats up there may be bigger, but they hurt my ass just as much as the ones in coach. I had to hang around the airport for two hours waiting for Enterprise to open up and give me my car. On top of this, the airport monorail system, which was supposed to take me to the rent-a-car shuttle terminal, was out of order, so they were using busses. As I boarded the bus, the driver asked me where I was going. "D2," I replied. She nodded, and proceeded to strike up a conversation with another passenger about how she hates her job and hates the airport and, I'm sure (in retrospect), hates her miserable excuse for a life. She dropped the other guy off at D1, and then turned back to me and spit out "So, whereya goin'?" "D2," I said again. "D2?!!!" she exclaimed with an irritated twang. We just passed by there. Why didn't you tell me before?" "I told you when I got on the bus," I retorted with equal irritation. "Oh man," she muttered, shaking her head. "Now I gotta drive all the way back there." "No, that's ok," I replied with a smile, leaving my seat. "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you by asking you to do your job. I'll walk. Fuck you very much." And I got off the bus and started walking. She tried following me with a "No wait," but I flipped her off and ignored her. Nice to know I haven't lost my east coast flair for saccharine obnoxiousness. It was a good quarter-mile hike through asphalt and marshland to D2, but I made it, and still had to wait a half hour for the rental shuttle bus. By 8:30, I was heading south down Route 1 through the scenic wasteland of Elizabeth, Rahway, and Woodbridge. Got onto Route 9, crossed the Raritan River, and the landscape subtlely changed to farmland, lush greenery, the 95% of New Jersey that gives the Garden State its moniker. Pulled up to my brother's place at 9:15. He let me in, showed me my room, and went back to bed. As for me, I'm now wired on Dunkin Donuts coffee, but if I close my eyes in about five minutes, which I intend to do, I think sleep will finally welcome me. A few hours of shut-eye, and then an afternoon of work. Not a bad day for it ... it's hot and humid outside and it's not even 10am. The woman at the rent-a-car place said it's gonna be a bad summer. 80 degrees on a May morning. I bet she's right. Good thing I'll be in LA. 70-something and sunny, mostly. 9pm. In bed now, and ready to crash. We went down to the Jersey shore. I wheeled the baby carriage as my adorable niece caught her very first view of the ocean. Had delicious lobster for dinner down there too. Got home a couple of hours ago, been working ever since, but now my eyes are shutting, which is ok, since I have to begin my morning commute to Wall Street tomorrow at around 6am, which would be 3am on my personal Pacific-time clock. Nighty-night. 07 may 1999: there's something about george : How can you be a "musician" if you're apparently embarassing yourself in front of and at the sake of your friends. Why is it that I never measure up to the musicians I choose to play with? 07 may 1998: painful yet addictive : Fat chance. No pun intended. I think I was born to weigh one-twenty-something for my entire adult life.
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