ShagmoorLounge

October 16, 2005

Miss Eliza is now determined to interview Henry Rollins. Good fucking luck. She wrote him and he denied her. He told her he was too busy. She's crushed, but she thinks it's still going to happen sometime. I think this is her bounce back from Sleeves.

My wife and I spent today walking around in the rain. It was fun. We went up to Santa Monica and I bought her a $165 pair of shoes. Yeah, fuck me. It's not a matter of affording it or not. It's a matter of being pig American consumers. No one needs $165 shoes. They were on sale. Marked down from $325. She went crazy when she saw them and I let her try them on. Oh yeah, I LET her. Like I have any fucking say over it. She ran to those shoes like a moth to a flame. They only had two pairs left and one of them was her size. She took it as a sign from the Shoe God, no that would be Shoe Goddess, that it was meant to be. So I bought the fucking shoes for her and maybe she'll wear 'em tonight when we practice making babies.

Eliza has a bug up her ass about Henry Rollins. I told her to leave him alone and she got her feelings all hurt. She told me to go join the Yahoo group because I was acting just like them. What a little brat. GB and Miss Ennui are keeping a short chain on her. I don't understand her game. She's got a theory about Hank. It's not hers, it's actually that Carey chick's theory about Henry and Joe. The theory will always be just a guess. Who to ask? I've got some pretty big balls, but not big enough to ask Hank jack shit about Joe. I wouldn't even have the balls to mention Joe Cole in Henry's presence. Not even within his earshot. I woudn't even want it to get back to Hank that I had a dream about him and Joe. Get me? It's untouchable. It's off limits. Joe belongs to Hank. Everyone else hands off. I'm not sure Miss Eliza Dolittle gets that yet. So she's built Hank up on a huge pedestal because he reached out to her. Big fucking deal. Who hasn't he reached? The idiots. The morons. The brain dead. The heartless illiterate fucks who don't even know who he is. Only Hank can reach in and grab you and shake you awake. Okay, not just Hank. There's other writers who can do it, too. Selby. Bukowski sometimes. There's a lot of people who like that David Sedaris guy but I tried to read his shit and it didn't do anything for me.

What I don't get is why Eliza is with us. I dig her, but I don't get her. She's got the Sunnyside dream. Two functional parents. Money. Stability. Freedom. Opportunities. What more could she want or need? What brings her to our clubhouse?

The Shadow knows 9:13 PM
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