jEnNiFeRHeLL

My Favourite novel. 

Some sentences I underlined years ago

People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles.  

All it comes down to is that I’m a boy coming home for a month and meeting someone whom I haven’t seen for four months and people are afraid to merge.

“This is the address of a tanning salon on Santa Monica.  Now, it’s not artificial lighting or anything like that, and you don’t have to rub Vitamin E capsules all over your bod. This thing is called an Uva Bath and what they do is they dye your skin.”

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts are on the jukebox singing “Crimson and Clover/”  I stare at the walls and listen to the words “Crimson and clover, over and over and over and over..” 

A truck with video games strapped in the back passes by and my sisters are driven into some sort of frenzy.

The psychiatrist I see during the four weeks I’m back is young and has a beard and drives a 450 SL and has a house in Malibu. I’ll sit in his office in Westwood with the shades drawn and my sunglasses on, smoking a cigarette, sometimes cloves, just to irritate him, sometimes crying.  Sometimes I’ll yell at him and he’ll yell back.  I tell him that I have these bizarre sexual fantasies and his interest will increase noticeably.

His friend gets up, belches, and mutters, “Fucking Valleyites,” loudly enough for her to hear. “Go spend the rest of it at the Galleria, or wherever the hell you go to,”

Light a cigarette and turn on MTV and turn off the sound.

“New Wave. Power Pop. Primitive Muzak.  It’s all bullshit. Rockabilly is where it’s at.  And I don’t mean those limp-wristed Stray Cats, I mean real rockabilly. I’m going to New York in April to check the rockabilly scene out.”

The psychiatrist I see tells me that he has a new idea for a screenplay.