Hey JD,
Why the hell did you become such a damn recluse?

I remember sitting in my barren apartment off Lankershim, reading about Holden and Phoebe.  I remember throwing the book across my room and thinking out loud for the next two weeks.  I wondered if I was a phony.  And then I… Read full post »

Ruth’s cat is dead.
Maybe.  I'll never know.

There are stacks of newspapers.  Magazines.  TV guides.  Photos.  Folded paper bags.  Columns of Tupperware resembling stonehenge.  Ribbon.  Lots of ribbon.  And yarn.  Piles of stuff.  On the flo… Read full post »

And I'm afraid of him.
Rolf’s Croatian.  
Rolf has tattoos.  Not the Hollywood ink kind.  No, not gang tatts either.  Rather his ripped biceps and Popeye forearms are stamped with cryptic images, symbols, Slavic verses -- all owing to Rolf’s mysterious dark past.  H… Read full post »