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Sunday, June 22, 2014

Ask Mike: Writing Questions.

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Friday, June 20, 2014

Excerpt from Chapter 18, 'Second Chance at Love', from my WIP Novella, 'God Loathes You'

My cell started to ring again and I knew right away who was calling. Jenny was the only one expecting me at that time and I knew she’d call to make sure I was still on my way. Sure enough, when I hit the call button which also worked as accept button and I put it to my ear.

“Yes, my dear?” I asked without hesitation.
“Are you still on the way?” she responded with a question of her own.
“Yes, in fact I am on the boulevard and just passed Highland, ETA twenty minutes or so,” I announced elated.
“Awesome, come on home to mama,” she said softly and welcoming.
“Say that again,” I pleaded.
“Come home,” she uttered.
“I’m en route!” I shouted.

Half hour later, I pull into the driveway of my destination and I approached the tiny black metal gate barring my forward progression. Glancing down at the locking mechanism I realized that all one had to do was lift up the latch and push the door inwards. So, I did and it opened. Closing it behind me, I marched across the short span of ground that let out unto the steps and the front porch. The grass was well manicured and had such a shine that gave it that picture perfect look and fronting either side of the porch was a pair of gardens. Different assortments of flowers and plants littered the gardens and I had to pull my jacket across my face covering my nose. Damn allergies could ruin anything. I composed myself and breathed in and exhaled. Feeling confident once again my feet carried me to the steps and up them until I reached the front door. Automatically, I reached up and knocked a few times.


She opened the door and when she realized it was me her demeanor went from calm and collected to happy and crazed. She lunged into my arms and I squeezed her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me back and gave me a firm hug and pulled me indoors. I managed to close the door behind us while she continued to drag me further inside. I didn’t bother resisting and to be honest my little head was now in control. As such, all level-headedness was out the door. It appeared to be the bedroom we were headed to. 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Excerpt from Chapter 16, 'The Rainbow Room' from my WIP Novella, 'God Loathes You'

The Rainbow Room  

The morning after our little misadventure, we awoke and shared a cig. She had to leave shortly thereafter, on account of having to get home and shower and change into her work clothes. I pulled her into bed once more, and though she resisted a little, I won and kissed her. She returned my kiss and waved at me flirtatiously. No sooner had she departed I got a call from my agent, saying that he wanted to meet up and discuss yesterday. I agreed to meet him amidst protest. He said for me to come into Hollywood and meet him at the Los Burritos.

So, I called a taxi and took it into Hollywood, and directed the driver to my destination right there on the infamous boulevard. I paid the driver and climbed out only to be greeted by Chris. He was wearing his usual gray jacket with white button down shirt and matching gray slacks. He walked over to me and shook my hands. This man was most peculiar but I let the matter slide because without him I’d not be where I was. Even so I knew that he’d probably still be a little more than ticked off at me for bailing on him when he was already pissed off beforehand what with being cut out of the loop.

“Damn those taxis sure take their time getting anywhere,” Chris declared feeling a tad bit anxious to get down to the matter he had summoned me to discuss.

“Yeah, I wanted to talk to about this very situation. I appreciate the posh lodging but not having my own personal mode of transportation is most unbecoming,” I retorted with a hint of frustration that lashed like whips laced with venom.

He didn’t say a word and only gestured for me to go on inside. So, I did and he followed after me. We walked over to his booth. The place was fairly small but clean and the air was warm in one corner where the cooks prepared the meals and cooler over on the right side where the patrons sat. On all four walls of the venue were pictures of the founders and how Hollywood looked back when. Just a bunch of historical pictures of what was before and what existed now.

After taking a seat, I pulled out my pack of smokes and removed one, placing it to my lips; I returned the pack to my pants pocket. “I heard this place makes some of the best Mexican food you could want,” I commented recalling what I had heard in the Writer’s Room about this place. I lit up.

“Yeah, this place makes some killer burritos, and their enchiladas aren’t too shabby either,” Chris concurred.
An older lady wearing a red apron and black shirt and black jeans topped off by a hair net approached the table. She took out a worn notepad from the large pouch that lined the front of the apron.

“What can I get you guys?” she asked waiting patiently.

“Okay, I’ll have some of the house enchiladas and a bottle of Stella,” Chris spoke first and ordered.

I took another drag from my cig and put it out in the ashtray resting against the wall. “I’d like to try some of your nachos and maybe a couple of tacos, and to drink, I’d like some Corona,” I said winking at her, and she actually broke into a smile, sadly, it was short-lived. As she turned around she resumed her expressionless facial.

“Alright, my reason for us getting together here was to clear the air,” Chris started. “But you know what, I am not even going to go there,” he amended noticing my facial expression.

“Nah, it’s totally cool if you’re still pissed at me, I’d be pissed at you if you did something similar, but we got bigger fish to fry,” I retorted half disappointed in his willingness to discard what had happened and half glad to clear the air as he had said.

He nodded in agreement and took a couple sips from his Stella and me from my Corona.

Within minutes after our exchange of words the food was brought to our table and it smelled simply delicious and caused me to feel hunger although I hadn’t felt hungry upon arrival. The smell of the food and the look of it changed my mind. I dug in and stopped only to drink some of my brew and back to eating. “This food is the bomb, Chris. Respect,” I said still chewing a bit of my last taco.

I stole a glance about the limited seating in this venue and noticed most of the patrons were dressed similar to the style of dress that my agent, Chris sported, although more expensive and chic looking but still. This made me feel out of place but then again that was my thing. Not fitting in, and never giving a damn such was my mindset.

“I told you,” he retorted. “But yeah, have you been out on the Sunset Strip yet?” he ended his dialogue with a question.

“I know something of this which you call the Sunset Strip but have I actually traverse down said locale?” I didn’t have a clue about this but had to appear as if I was aware of its existence.

“No, I’ve not had the luxury of enjoying the Sunset Strip and its many bars, and clubs,” I came clean and admitted to not having been there.

Sure I have driven down Sunset Boulevard as far as La Brea but I never went beyond just until the border of Hollywood and West Hollywood, and along that short stretch were tons of night clubs and bars and eateries. Or so Chris filled me in. I listened intently.     So we passed the reminder of the afternoon getting high and talking about random shit until the sun started to set. Then we climbed in his beamer and rode in style until Hollywood. He had put the top down and right in that moment I was thinking this was the American dream. Hell, it was the California life that everyone here had taken advantage of. Now, it was my turn to indulge and partake of.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Just an update for you guys who follow my blog!

I just finished writing for today, and should have this chapter concluded by the end of the week. So, there's that and then I can start on a new chapter on Monday of next week. I should be done with this thing by the end of the month or the first week of the coming month. Then, it'll be all about getting someone to proofread and edit for me. Then I can put on the finishing touches (the polish) and look for an agent!

Monday, June 2, 2014

Chapter Excerpt from 'God Loathes You', Chapter 15 And Then There was Scarlett

The day of her departure was upon us and she was still asleep. I climbed into her bed next to her and kissed her lips. She stirred and mumbled something inaudible and I kissed her once more. She stirred again but this time her eyes popped open and she smiled upon seeing me. I started to kiss her again but instead I tickled her belly. She pushed me off her and sat up on the bed. Remembering that she was late, I directed her pretty little face toward the clock. She seemed to wake up in that moment as she sprang up from the bed. I barely moved out of the way in time before getting knocked over.

“You could have waked me up sooner,” she scolded.

“Well, I only just woke up, myself,” I retorted.

She scoffed and ushered me out of the room with a handful of shirts, panties, and a fresh bra. I didn’t struggle against her exiling me. I figured that she didn’t want any funny business keeping her from making the airport in time. So, knowing that she’d take a minute, I found a hidden stash of pot and made a joint. It took a couple of tries to roll it up but I managed. I lit up and took a long toke from the joint as she emerged from her bedroom. She glanced down upon the couch at me and the joint. I could tell from the glint in her eyes that she wanted more than anything to snatch that joint from my hand and take a drag.
“You had to blaze while I was getting dressed,” she said flatly, obviously, frustrated. “Let’s just get to the airport,” she added trying to stay calm.

“Alrighty then, but first I need to get you something,” I responded getting to my feet.

I disappeared into the kitchen beyond and rummage through the fridge and spot a bottle of shocktop. Picking said bottle of booze, I glanced at its label and noticed that it was a fruity flavor. I pursed my lips and nod thinking this was just what she could use. It wasn’t potent or high in alcohol content but it’d be enough to comfort her. You didn’t want to give her too much anyway else she’d be someplace beyond blotto. That meant she would be throwing up everything she had consumed for the past few hours.

“Here, drink this,” I declared handing her the bottle of beer, which she took without complaint.

“Shocktop, this won’t do much,” she declared laughing now.

“Just drink it, and hurry up,” I countered.

“Fine, dad,” she giggled.

She drank the bottle of booze and tossed it out. I could notice a slight change in her. She appeared more relaxed and to think all it took was one. Together we exited the house and I called a taxi. I removed a pack of smokes that had been crammed in good at the bottom of my pocket. I fished out a couple of stogies but they were brittle and crushed instantly. Finally, I produced one and we shared it while waiting for the taxi’s arrival.
The taxi finally arrived and as much as I wanted to go with her. I got her in the car and watched as it droned down the street. She glanced out the back window and I waved goodbye to her. In that fleeting moment I knew I wasn’t going to see her anymore. Not that that was my plan, for if truth be told I had developed feelings for her in the short span of time we had lived together out here on the west coast. But I had my work to think about and if I had any chances at rekindling my nonexistent love affair with my estranged better half then I had to let her go. As the taxi disappeared over the next hill I blew her a kiss and I know she blew me one back. Perhaps, I thought, she knew this was farewell.

Then my cell phone buzzed and I knew right away it was the fat cats in their tidy suits sucking on their big black cigars expelling clouds of smoke. I dug it out of my pocket and took it out and answered. Sure enough, it was a fat cat in a tidy suit, and he wanted me to meet him at some fancy restaurant in Beverly Hills. I agreed and hung up.

I called me a taxi and headed to work. Back to listening to others who thought they knew better. What the fuck ever, I thought, as long as they paid me. I would listen to them read from the phone book. It was work and more importantly, it was my work to do and when I werks I werks hard. I was hoping, in all honesty, that this gig would lead to something more than what I had at the moment. Don’t get me wrong any work, especially work relating to what I dreamed of doing, was fine but I needed to branch out and discover new things. Little did I know it but fate was planning just that for me.

So I arrived at the eatery and right away I was taken aback by the sheer chic nature of the venue. It was very clean and everything seemed as if the owners went to extraordinary lengths to ensure that its patrons were fed well but not only their bellies but their eyes as well. Of course, this flamboyance was lost on me. I was more of the simpler taste kind of man who enjoyed a good bite to eat followed up by some exquisite vintage liquor with a nightcap that usually ensured I was getting laid. It’s the simple things in life that one often overlooks on his or her rise to power. Maybe I am overthinking this a tad much but I digress.

“Hey, James, you made it,” the fat cat in his tidy suit said as he pulled out a chair and waited for me to sit down.
“Yeah, Maxwell, I am here, but you shouldn’t have,” I responded with snarky sarcasm and I gestured towards the eatery in which we sat.

“That’s Max, but whatever, and I couldn’t help myself. This is my favorite eatery and it has a wonderful bar,” he retorted ignoring my rude behavior.

“Oh, they do, do they?” I said more of a statement than a question. Suddenly, I felt my mood swift from mildly amused yet annoyed to curious and my palate craving some of that expensive food and booze.

“Yes, some of the most vintage wine aged to perfection, not to mention some of the best choices of scotch and whiskey,” he continued his boasting with an almost childish glee.

“Sounds good, but what did you want of me?” I responded and changed the direction of conversation back to the matter at hand.

He paused a moment and called over a waitress, a young beautiful creature with long, wavy auburn colored hair and perky breasts and an hour glass figure. He whispered something in her ear that I didn’t catch and she nodded. And as she turned to rush off and fulfill his request, I caught a glimpse of her face and she had dark brown skin as dark and delicious as caramel and as delicate as a china doll. She was beautiful and her exotic look caught me off guard and I was lost in her gaze long after she departed.
Max noticed my enamored facial expression and swooped in fill me in on her details. Seeing as he was much older than me and not in particular, an attractive sort, not that I judge men that way, he took great pleasure in gloating.

“So, I’ve noticed you caught sight of Scarlett, she’s quite beauty, isn’t she?” he teased.

“She’s beautiful, yes, that’s one of her qualities. I am sure,” I answered playing into his little game of wills.

“Anyway, let’s not get sidetracked. The reason for us meeting here today was to discuss the adaptation of your novella to a feature film,” he said, becoming more serious in tone.

“So, it is becoming a movie then?” I asked both surprised and confused.

“Yes and the main reason why we keep coming to you, for certain gigs, that wouldn’t be within the realm of possibility for new writers, was because you got raw talent and as such the higher ups feel you’d be perfect to pen the script for the movie based on the novella they loved,” he said, going off what I had asked.

“Wow, don’t hold back anything,” I joked.

The exotic beauty named Scarlett returned with a tray of glasses with a light brown liquid softened by a few cubes of ice added to lighten the rush of alcohol. In other words, you drank whiskey on the rocks, so you could get through a meeting relaxed but conscious. Still I must admit it was rather flattering to have the fat cats in their tidy little suits and thick cigars come to me directly. Although it was a tad bit unorthodox. I mean usually they’d talk to me via my agent. But as my new buddy, Max, had said I had a raw talent and this talent merited forgoing the middle man and going straight to the source of which was me, the talent.

“I mean, this is pretty nice and the treatment is flattering but shouldn’t you go through my agent?” I had to curve my amusement and be the voice of reason.

This statement seemed to leave him perplexed. He was of the opinion that I would be eating out of his hands like a pigeon being given seeds or pieces of bread. Clearly, he had no idea how simple of a man I was. Granted, I was new to the game but I just figured an agent did all of the groundwork for you and discus this and that with the fat cats and then once was all said and done he’d relay the info over to me. But hell, what did I know?
“Are you saying that you’re not interested in penning the script?” he asked again with that same dumfounded expression written on his face.

I stole a moment to contemplate his next move before making my own. I guess you could say I wanted to make sure this offer was genuine and legit. He offered me the proverbial holy grail of writers, and that was writing a movie, let alone one that was based upon said writer’s own work.

“You know what, I will be more than happy to pen the script. Giving into his childish glee and euphoria, I took the cup of whiskey and drained the rest of the whiskey therein.

His puzzled look faded and a look of sheer glee and satisfaction crossed his lips in the form of a smug smile.

“Excellent, just excellent,” he declared, slapping his hands together.

The candy coated goodness in the form of a waitress named Scarlett returned bearing refills for our glasses and before she departed once again leaving me to admire her wondrous form. She left me a note. Much to my satisfaction, Max didn’t see her leave me the note. I wasn’t sure if they had had a thing before or not. But it was best not to test the waters had he seen the passing of the note.

I opened up the note that was folded up and hand written, top this all off with an imprint of lipstick. The note read:

Hey, handsome, I’ve not seen you here before. And I know who you are, thanks to your vivid and detailed novella. Anyway, give me a call whenever you’re free.
Anything for a pretty face,
Scarlett

The note ended but was followed by her phone number. I quickly folded up this piece of paper and tucked it in my pants pocket.
Max, the fat cat in the suit, turned back around and still smiling. The less he knows the better, I thought. For it was evident how he reacted to my initial glance at her yummy goodness that I should play it safe. Still if she chose me over him it was her choice. After all it was her body and she could choose who to screw or not. We were just lucky she was looking our way at all.

“Back to business, where was I?” he started.

“You were elated over my having made the decision you hoped I would,” I reminded him.

“Right, that was it. We should have further details on this matter in the months to come. But for now keep up the good work, and when the top brass have sorted it all out, we’ll let you know,” he declared still smiling. The man was hard pressed to let anything get him down; Kudos to him for that.

Glancing down at my watch, I thought quickly on how best to make an excuse for my egress. Then, I just decided to up and leave. If he asked why I was bailing, I’d give him some lame excuse. There wasn’t much they could do other than take away all they had given me. I couldn’t afford that being so far from home but I was ballsy back then.

“Look, I have to go but thanks for the drinks and the new writing gig in the works; I mean it is a lot to take in. So, I will just go for now and let it process,” I stated pretending to be flustered, and I stood up.

He rose with me and we shook hands. His smile remained intact; obviously, my sudden move for departure hadn’t deterred him at all. Good, I thought, that meant I was not going to find out later I had been fired. The money was good, and the work if you wanted to call it such was easy. Besides I was far from home so, if shit got fucked up out here, then, I would be up shit’s creek without a paddle.

“I look forward to working with you, Adler,” he stated honestly, his smile reduced to a cheesy grin.

I turned away from the table and darted towards the entrance, stopping for a minute to pull the folded note out of my pocket and take a glance at the number. I hesitated a moment before stealing a look over my shoulder at the table where he sat. He was far too busy ordering more drinks to care what I was up to.

Outside I took out my cell phone and dialed up the number only to get her voicemail. Usually, I cared not to speak to a stupid machine but in this case I thought what the hell. I left her a short message followed by my own cell number. Hanging up, I ran over to the curb and started flagging down a taxi. Most of the time in this part of the country, it was prudent to call ahead of time but Beverly Hills was the exception. They were like cockroaches when you turned the light on. The only difference was that they didn’t disperse with the coming of said light.
After a few long minutes of flailing my arms like a mad person, a taxi slowed down and idled less than a foot from me. I climbed in and gave him the directions to my place back in Venice. I considered getting my own mode of transportation to get me from point A to B and back again. These taxi rides were adding up quickly. Something else to discuss with my agent, I supposed.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. At least it was the devil’s mouthpiece. He was looking not too pleased to see me arrive home so early. I have to admit that he had just cause to be pissed off. After all the fat cats in the suits had just cut him out of the loop, and he couldn’t perform his function of which was filling me in on the higher ups’ decisions. So, I endured his whining.

I paid the taxi driver and he peeled out and I was left alone to deal with my distraught agent. Woe is me; I thought but soon disregarded the sentiment.
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I teased attempting humor to try and lighten the mood. It failed.
“Don’t even start with me, okay?” he snapped, waving his cell phone like fish flapping when pulled out of the water.
“What? What did I do?” I inquired trying to play it innocent.
“Oh, you didn’t do anything much other than go behind my back and have a meeting,” he declared loudly, almost yelling.
He slumped down to one knee and collapsed onto the porch, still half sitting.

“Hey, buddy, come here, I got something inside that will make this all go away,” I advised and helped him to his feet.

Together we waddled through the front door and once inside I guided him over to the couch. I figured the best thing was to get him drunk or high. And seeing how the latter was far easier and less messy than the former, I opted to get him stoned.
Once he was settled on the couch, I went into the hallway and took out some weed from a closet. Out of habit I took a whiff of the herb and it filled my nostrils with that sweet aroma of which Mary Jane was known for. I returned to the living room and sat down across from Chris. Taking out the weed, I set my mind on rolling a joint.

“Hang in there, buddy,” I said softly while finishing up the dooby.

I licked the paper and finished rolling the joint when Chris started to get to his feet only to lose his balance and he collapsed into a heap onto the couch
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“I guess I had better stay seated,” he moaned.

“Good idea,” I retorted, extending my arm out with my hand balled up in a fist. “Take a couple tokes from this and you’ll be feeling better in no time,” I declared, handing him the joint.

He took the joint without comment and I handed him a lighter. He lit up and took a deep pull. Within moments his demeanor lightened and he seemed to relax a tad.

“Good call on the weed,” he said amidst a chuckle.

I leaned back in the recliner and let out an audible sigh. Then my cell phone began to ring.

“Is that me?” Chris asked alarmed by the abrupt noise and he checked his pocket for his cell. He found it and looked up from his phone, “It’s not mine,” he said flatly.

“Oh shit, it’s Scarlett,” I swore remembering that I had left her my phone number in a voicemail from earlier.

“Who’s Scarlett?” He asked again a little alarmed more so from the lack of knowledge of who this woman might be than anything else.

“Just some waitress that I met when I was meeting with Maxwell,” I said nonchalantly and he nodded in approval.

“Hello,” I said answering the phone.

“Hey, about time you answered,” she responded, sounding a little annoyed.
“Yeah, sorry about, just had to take care of a little situation here,” I countered.

“Nah, that’s cool. I was just wondering if you wanted to meet up and I don’t know do something tonight?” she said, offering me a way out of this situation at least for the moment.

“Give me a minute,” I pleaded and before she got a chance to respond I moved the phone away from my mouth and looked over at my disgruntled agent. “I got to go out for a little bit; will you be okay if I take off?” I asked with a hint of conflicting emotions in my eyes. Those were my desire to resolve this conflict between he and I and the other was my wanting out of here and enjoy myself for a bit.

“Sure thing, but don’t think this will change anything,” was his response.

I remained staring at him but he waved me off dismissing me. So I put the phone back to my mouth and spoke, “Sure I am game, meet me at the Starbucks on the boulevard in Hollywood,” I said mildly excited.

She agreed and I hung up and got the keys to Chris’ BMW and departed. 

I pulled out of the driveway and drove down to the boardwalk and followed it until I came to another street that led me the I-10, Santa Monica freeway, and on into Hollywood. The whole drive over many thoughts passed through my mind, chief amongst them was how pissed off Chris truly was, and the conflicting emotion of being angry at myself. The latter occurred because I had hoped not to go out of one assorted affair that was now concluded only to get involved with another. In the back of my mind I recalled the surreal dream I had had and a path that led to my future with Jenny. It began to recede into oblivion and I was cast forward to whatever alternate path down which I would walk without her.
As I exited the freeway and ventured down a couple of side streets the wind that blew in through the driver side’s window felt warmer against my face and in responses I lowered the soft top. In doing so, the warmer air picked up in strength and blew against my face and played with my hair. At that point I brushed aside any feelings of concern or misgivings and prepared myself for the night that I was damned sure to enjoy no matter what the repercussion it would have tomorrow. Such was my primary self-defense mechanism I had built up when my “armor” no longer suffice to keep me from losing it.

Twenty minutes later I turned onto Vine and followed it up to the boulevard and found some parking in a lot as directed by the Mexican fellow dressed in black slacks and bright red jacket and his light baton. I let him guide me into the parking area and I parked the car. AS I climbed out a man approached me dressed in a security outfit and a serious expression writ on his face. He handed me a ticket and told me to pay for parking upon my return. I nodded in understanding and he moved aside to let me carry on.
I took out my cell and opened up the call history and dialed the last number to have called me. It was her cell phone. She answered after two rings.

“Hey, I just parked a block away. See you shortly,” I said informing her of my location.

“Great, I’ll order me another drink and will be sure to get you one as well,” she responded sounding less annoyed.

I hung up once more and walked the block in silence and paused a moment to consider what I was about to do. I looked out across the street and saw the familiar dark green cloth that served as an awning and searched for her. Spotting her amongst a small gathering of people seated outside the place, I sighed and thought what the hell. Mind as well go and have fun seeing as I was already there, I reasoned.

She saw me crossing the street and flagged me over to her and I waved back. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She wore a little make up and wore a black leather jacket which matched mine closely. I shook my head, thinking that I had a knack for getting myself up shit’s creek without a paddle but it was the heat of the moment that counted. The heat of the moment brought me good times and fond memories but there were always consequences to think about. But that was for another time. Tomorrow will come and I’d have to worry about it then.

“Hey,” I said as we hugged and I kissed her on the cheek.

She giggled. Her demeanor softened and she kiss me “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” she teased.

“I thought so too but I’m here,” I said evenly trying to get pass the previous hurdle and make the most of the night.

“Yes, you are,” she answered letting the moment fade.
I let a slight smirk form on my lips and a sighed. Feeling a tad bit relieved, I gestured to the drinks and she nodded and handed me mine. I sat down with her at the table where she had been waiting for me to arrive.

“So, when is the last time you’ve been on a date?” She questioned trying to break the proverbial ice.

I quickly considered whether or not to tell her about my not so distant break up with Jenny. My feelings for jenny won out and I decided to tell her. Perhaps she would feel a tad bit of pity for my story of woe. Or so I thought. This wasn’t my usual tact but then again this situation with me and Jenny was atypical.

“Well, not too long ago I broke up with my now ex-girlfriend and I’ve been trying to decide what to do on that front,” I answered her honestly.

She started to respond but hesitated a bit instead. I figured she was about to speak on the matter or maybe she was a little hesitant divulging such personal matters to a complete stranger.

“I know the feeling, I just went through a break up a month ago, and now my son’s father and I are trying to remain civil for the sake of our child,” she responded.

Her response struck me odd that she’d tell me such a personal matter. But maybe she liked the fact that we shared something in common no matter how painful it was to say. This was my thought on the matter. Then again, who really knows what goes through a woman’s mind?

“But we’re still alive and we got to put the past behind us and move on,” I said raising my plastic glass of green tea Frappuccino.

She smiled and raised hers with mine, “Here, here,” she said sounding more relaxed.

Some of the patrons turned to see what all the fuss was about but soon lost interested. Screw them, I thought. Let’s us be. I almost said as much but then I shrugged it off and took out a cig. I offered her one and she accepted. I lit both of our cigs up and took a deep drag from mine. The nicotine rushed through me as though it was one of those volcano mock ups that kids made to win their science fair only difference being that I relished in this sensation. Smoking a cig always caused me to relax just enough to settle my mind. She seemed to relax as well and that was winning. In the milky lamp light coming from the street lamps and florescent lighting from within augmented her beauty and exotic features. This further attracted me to her and I caught her scoping me as well.

“You know, you look pretty cute, especially in this lighting. It just suites you to the T,” she announced becoming aware of my having seen her checking me out.

I laughed, “Well, I do like to fit in and move with the crowd as oppose to standing out. Hence, my present attire that I am wearing,” I said proudly, gesturing to my apparel.

“That much I’ve surmised all on my own, and you’re pretty witty as well,” she said in addition to her previous compliment.
I actually cracked a smile, not a pompous or mildly amused smirk, but a genuine smile. There is a difference.

“You know, you should smile more often. It gets me wet,” she declared boldly her coffee browns for eyes dilated and she bit her lip.

“You want to get out here and go someplace else?” I suggested recognizing her changed in behavior towards me.
“Yeah, let’s go get some drinks. The stiffer the better,” she agreed.

Together we rose as one and hoofed it up the boulevard until we reached Highland Avenue and flagged down a taxi and rode it until Venice Beach. There we disembarked and strolled along the boardwalk, hand in hand, and talked idly about a variety of unimportant subjects that were equally pointless but also meaningful. Only two people who were totally in tune with each other could pull such a feat. These moments in time are fleeting but memorable and as such should be enjoyed to the extreme.

“So, how far do you live from here?” she asked suddenly, twirling about and gesturing at the beach and the countless eateries in the distance.

“Not too far away from that there bar,” I answered her as I pointed to a small brick building that was less than twenty feet from the water.

It had a neat little terrace where patrons could sit out under the moonlight and sip on their beverages all the while enjoying the view of the ocean as the tides rushed in and surf splashed like the frothiness you’d get in a cup of hot chocolate or designer coffee. I watched as she examined the venue with an eye of scrutiny and then she smiled. I knew from her reaction she was sold on it.

“You want to go?” I pressed gently still pointing at the aforementioned venue.

She nodded in agreement and squeezed my hand within hers. I felt a wave of excitation not to mention calm wash over me. It could have been the wind but I’m pretty certain it was because of her touch.  All of this including her perfume gave off such a sweet and not all together overly fruity scent. It was the right degree of fruity mixed with an alluring aroma that captivated me.
So on we strolled up the boardwalk and as we drew closer the building’s d├ęcor became a lucid picture in our minds. There were specials posted on the windows and crown like roof that was brown tile. There was also an accouchement of the family type restaurant opening tonight and also a local rock band was going to perform live. This place no longer exists but in its time the place was rocking all hours of the night. During the day it was less crowded but still a handful of faithful patrons would show their homage and dedication by stopping in during the down time.

“Hey, I think I know this local band,” she said with a hint of confidence.

“Oh yeah? Cool, then we should enjoy ourselves,” I declared excited.

I held the door open for and after she filed in, I followed behind her.