Thursday, April 18, 2013
A Spine-tingling life
A beautiful, shiny Rolls-Royce pulled up beside me in the CVS drug store parking lot early this morning, where I had gone to pick up some boxes of band-aids to cover the stitches in my back from last week's minor surgery. Seeing Rolls-Royces in Los Angeles is not such an anomaly, but it's usually in Beverly Hills that they roam and certainly not at the local drug store in my neighborhood. When I glanced over, the driver glanced at me and then continued shaving with what looked like an electric razor. I wanted to take his photo, but I didn't have the nerve until he got out of the car and walked inside. He didn't appear to be a chauffeur, dressed in a shabby suit with a yarmulke on his head, and I prefer to think that he was running errands, just like me, living a spine-tingling life.
My clothes are perfectly contoured
to my body. My shoes & socks
fit just right. My cat is a delightful
intelligent animal. My apartment
is great. The right location,
cheap rent. I eat the best food.
My friends love me. I adore them.
My lover is terrific & beautiful.
The sun is shining. There are trees
even in the slums in Washington.
I have tons of money & a gorgeous
air conditioner. Great art hangs
on my wall. I live a spine-tingling life
of delirious sex & intense happiness.