We appear to have found an apartment in a
complex in Rosemead–one bedroom, 765
a month, and a month by month lease.
They are checking our credit back to
the eleventh generation (not a whistle).
We went back to the Olive Motel
and told Mego, the elder of the
vast Chinese family that owns it
that we had at last found an apartment.
Mego has a wispy beard and is
wise.
‘Excellent’ he said. ‘Go to you
new home. I will stay
here, watching from the window of
my motel office the river of life
flowing by, as I have for twenty years.’
‘What do you see in the river, Mego?’
I asked.
‘Weirdos, mainly. Transvestites. Perverts
of every variety imaginable.’
‘I hope my wife and I have given you
a brief respite from weirdos.’
‘To the contrary. We have seen the red
boxing gloves she took into your room.
We have heard your futile cries for
mercy. Kinky, very kinky.’
‘She’s just letting off steam, Mego.
It’s good exercise for us, you know.’
‘All perverts say this thing,
Professor Stone. Consider the Olive
Motel your second home.’
We’ve been eating in real Chinese
restaurants, by the by, where we are
the only non-Chinese customers–authentic
Chinese food. It’s nasty stuff, dishes
like pork blood and intestine with
bean curd. Yum!
Also fortune cookies in LA are serious
business. My wife’s message last night
said: ‘After today you will understand
the true difference between good and evil.’
Can’t say I like the sound of that one.
Mine said: ‘Anticipate an experience that
will transform you to the very fiber of
your being.’ We’re sticking to burritos
from now on.
We drove to Venice beach on Sun–
quite a carnival.
Thanks to everyone for your support
and suggestions. It has all been much
appreciated. Best to all, Jim
[ This Message was edited by: jim stone on 2002-06-18 19:24 ]