JIMMY AND I WERE SITTING AT AN OUTDOOR TABLE, ON SUNSET BOULEVARD,
ON SOME FARAWAY CORNER, GETTING READY TO ORDER BREAKFAST
THEN CHRISTA AND CINDY WHO'D BEEN STAYNG SOMEWHERE IN TOWN WITH FRIENDS,
SPOTTED US IN THIS WEEKEND CROWD OF HUNG-OVER HAS-BEENS AND CELEBRITY-HOUNDS,
AND MADE A BEELINE FOR OUR TABLE, QUIETLY SITTING DOWN ACROSS FROM US
WE LOOKED UP, THEN LOOKED AT EACH OTHER, LIKE SOME KIND OF ROCK STARS
PLANNING AN ESCAPE FROM A COUPLE OF GROUPIES!
CHRISTA WAS QUICK, AND SAID 'YOU VONT TO KOM OFER, UND SPEND THE NIGHT, JIMEE?',
WHILE SHE SPREAD ABOUT A GRAM OF HEROIN ON THE TABLE, IN THE MIDDAY SUN
JIMMY LOOKED AT THE TWO LINES SHE WAS MAKING, THEN AT ME, I HAD JUST TOLD HIM THE
IMPROBABLE STORY OF TERRI AND HER FRIEND BITCHING ABOUT THE WAIT, AND
HOW FAST THEY HAD ENDED UP ON THE FLOOR, VACUUMING THE CARPET AND GETTING NOTHING
HE DREW A FAST BREATH AFTER EXCLAIMING, HMMMM, THEN BLEW BOTH LINES INTO THE
SUMMER AIR
CHRISTA WAS AGHAST, AND HER CHIN HIT THE SPOT WHERE THE LINES WERE JUST A MINUTE AGO
JIMMY THEN GRABBED MY ARM, SAYING 'WE GOTTA GO', AND WE LEFT THEM, TRAFFIC BUZZING SLOWLY IN THE BACKGROUND, YOU COULD HEAR A PIN FALL ON SUNSET, THAT DAY, IF YOU
WERE PAYING ATTENTION. . .
HOW I MISS YOU CHRISTA, YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED THAT STORY, JA?
