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Autistic
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First Chapter: Bye People.
I drove. She would push her head out of the
passenger sides' window and shout: "Bye
People.' Then recollect herself inside the car,
giggle to herself, and say: "shit"
wearily, slightly as though she had been up to no
good, and punishment might have
been fore coming. The people she shouted atwere mostly the bus riders at bus
stations. Hispanics who would look at her
puzzled, and in wonderment, for her
flashing head of red hair and her unrehearsed
language- cause almost no one spoke
English on these streets. From time to time, she
would shout: "Hi people," in a different
tone, this one more friendly, conciliatory, andstill leave the look of confusion on the foreheads
of the bus riders who saw the big sweeping
Cadillac, and the shouting head as just another
strange break in their daily ennui. I would drive
the big ship-like Cadillac, grayish-colored and
with good
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measures of dust and dirt on it, looking neglectedas an untamed horse, shooting straight on the
road, for my apartment, ripping through the air
like a minor storm, leaving behind a constant
vacuum, that sucked the dirty, smoggy air in,
encouraging the car onward. And I would laugh
uncontrollably, and consider her shouting: bye
people a funny departure from every days
routines: A distinct feature of her Autism. Or a
sign of enthusiasm for me. Apart from this and a
few more eccentricities -she had no other signs of
"developmental disability" or "retardation"-
schizophrenia-or half other labels she
could have been called by.
The group home she lived at was a two-story
stucco building in the middle of
practically no where, in an industrial suburb of
Los Angeles. There were semi-trucks
parked parallel and neat, around dusty old
hotels with signs that must have been
inviting to truck drivers. Signs like: Adult Cable,
Jacuzzi, privacy.
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These tall signs littered the view of the
mountains in the north of the city. Where you
could still see some white caps of snow, thumbingtheir dirtied noses at the rag city spread below.
There was a large shopping mall hidden from
the main road, like a bruise, minutes away from
the group home, where the 100 or so residents of
the group home could go for walks or window-
shopping. There was a Payless shoes, a Walmart,
a Ross and a few more generic stores.
There wasn't much real shopping done by those
residents , cause they were all on Social Security
Disability, and almost all of their benefits were
directly deposited in the pockets of the group
home owners. An amount around 900 dollars or
so, each, for a bed in a two-beds to a room
hotel-like room, and three meals a day; meals
which tasted like hospital food, dry, stale, and as
though produced in some cardboard kitchen
tastes each and everyone knew. For almost every
one of them had been in a mental hospital at
some point in their lives.
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They were Bipolars, Schizophrenics, or on rare
occasions, high-functioning Autistics like my girl,
Pamela. Her housemates were all restless, shrill,
and by turns languid or hyper-ractive, and they
argued over cigarettes and change for soda,candy, in colorful dispensing machines which
occupied shrine-like postures in the dinning
room area. According to Pam, there were all
sorts of drama going on all the time, dramas, she
claimed being far above of, in a diva-like
posture. Something that wasnt exactly true. But
at the time she really looked forwards to times
when I picked her up. She longed to get away
from the group home, she was the only Autistic
there, she said, which was true, and no- one
really understood her, which was true enough
then as now.
But there weren't much else she could have had
in terms of living arrangements. Apartments are
too expensive, for people on disability, making
group-homes the only viable, affordable form of
shelter. And these are all run by shady
characters who make money out of the ill and
disabled. And out of the general, national
disregard, over how to best take care of the
needy.
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Government seems to pay the disabled no mind,
but give them a meager check every month,
which barely paid for shelter and meals, and
washed its hands off them, like they were lepers,
or FDR had tricked the entire country intotaking care of them by some sorcery.
Perhaps that explains Pams fits of: "Bye
People" out of the cars' windows. May be I was
right to think of them as a sort of exuberance for
a temporary release from some mental prison
or injury.
She had been introduced by a friend of mine,
who liked to fix me up with her friends for no
good reason, but to arrange or control things.
She liked to project a sort of normalcy around
her, as though this portrayal of normalcy could
save her from this generalized panic everyone
seemed to feel. And my aloneness was a thorn in
her world that spelled her brand of normalcy
with a curious must, yearning: for pairing and
matching of all sort of things: silk blouses to the
color of ones car, and her friends and
acquaintances fit together, assorted in a vase. It
was as though I couldn't convince her of my
adequacy,
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unless I hooked up with one of her friends.
And so she bullied me, as though aloneness bred
sedition and rowdiness. She'd tried to
introduce some of her suspect young yuppies,
but I had found flaws from just
her reports on every one of them. These were
women Id heard about from stories and films,women said to live lives dedicated to greed or
cruelty, women: who stole love from you, when
all you had was love. This line was actually
from a movie Id seen. But when she called me
on her cell phone, I detected a sense of triumph
in her, like shed been to a spa or just walked out
of spring sales at Macys.
You can never say no to this one.
No. I snapped jokingly. It was a good idea to
never take her seriously. It also encouraged, and
pleased her to no ends. Just the idea of having to
re-assert herself over and over again!
"But she is a high functioning Autistic." With
the clear emphasis on the word Autistic. Shed
probably just looked it up, and was delighted
with her mental notes on it.
" Do you even know what Autism is?"
I wanted to irritate her.
"Listen: she has finished high school, and some
college, but has been raised in group
homes all her life." And then she added,
remembering her mental notes:
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Isnt that like completely unique for Autistics?
" Since when you're an authority on Autism?" I
asked a bit annoyingly.
"Don't get prissy on me, you know what I
mean." She snapped back.
"She is a loner like you, doesn't that whet yourappetite."
A high-functioning Autistic? I thought to
myself. That would be a rare bird.
High-functioning enough to date?
Yes, she has had long-term relationshipsvery
attractive. She is really one of the best-dressed
girls Ive come across.
Really! I said in disbelief.
Yes reallyyou dont believe me?
Its just that I dont know?-look: how do you
know she wants to go out with me?
I showed her the pictures we took together- she
liked them-and that youre a shrink-she thinks
perhaps youd be able to understand her!
You see?
So, this all, makes sense to her, on some level?
Yes.
How do you know her?
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I work with her brother-their entire family are
computer nerds, she is very good with
computers too-in fact she is the one who looked
you up.
Vow-thats impressive!
And in the profile says youre an expert in
Autism, I didnt even know that-she read thatherself.
I only worked with Autistic children as an
undergraduatethe kids I worked with werent
even verbal!!
Well Pamela is we just got back from
shopping-and she wants to meet you.
When?
Wait, let me ask her. She cupped the phone
and almost instantly came back and said:
today.
I looked at my watch it was already 1 in the
afternoon and on a Saturday.
She doesnt drive, and I can drive her to a
meeting place today-thats the thing , she doesnt
drive at all.
Thats not unusual-you have to be mad to drive
in this city.
She only seemed more encouraged:
See, you already know a lot about her.
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By the time we hung up-we had a date to meet at
a restaurant called Spires, about 20 minutes
drive from my apartment, and I had a few hours
to spare. This wasnt at all a disagreeable turn
of events!
Id been sitting around trying to think of
something to do, something clever and personal,like writing a song or a story. But there hadnt
been anything deep to be sounded. No wide-
opened eyelids. No run away train. It seemed
that always something in between feelings and
lips went dying.
The heat had been pressing its wings across the
city. Its been this way for long. Each year seems
warmer than the previous, and the suffering
makes you ineffectual. Melancholic. The
afternoons are worst. The heat rises up from the
ground as if a furnace has been hidden down
there. Something nefarious and alien.
I live on the second floor of a Spanish style
building. The apartment is surrounded by
windows. From the east windows I have a view
of downtowns spirals. And the southern
windows look on the house next door.
Outside that window, the neighbor was busy
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pouring cement, over the back yard. He had dug
the brownish, starved lawn out, and hauled it out
in violent bursts of activity. Now standing over
this scene, and with DIY gadgets in his hands, he
looked like he was contemplating a crime. He
was a cable- guy by the look of the large van he
parked inside the garage. Two ladders ofdifferent height sat on top of the van, like
stretched out corpses, and various wires and
what not were stuffed in the back.
And he had a flock of kids, all ages, at least seven
of them. The grassy back yard used to look lush
and the kids would run all over it, yelling in both
Spanish and English. Self-confidence in two
languages, brought something louder out of
them.
But the draught had made water more and more
expensive- and he was making the best of it- with
the swiftness of a big western city dweller, an
immigrant- hed dug the lawn out within hours,
and was standing over the scarred ground, with
a look of inspired determination. I knew before
sunsetthe concrete would cover the old
landscape like a new shell. And nothing will
matter to anyone. The draught-inflamed grass
had become like a picture no one notices on the
wall anymore.
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But it made me want to grief-for each day of
reduced existence. I thought, I could wither, if I
stood there silent and still. That something
funereal would take over my dreams that
night-how can I be afraid of my dreams-and
the passing of greenery everywhere had a secret
cost. And that you cant really fill emptinesswith emptiness. Void with void.
I thought: it was great I had somewhere to go--
an escape was made available like an empty
carriage-on deserted railroad tracks in the city.
And though the light is strong everywhere-
something furtive too, is thickening the shadows
inside.
I wore whatever I wore. Clothes have become
uniforms to me, I have ten exact copies of the
same. I ran downstairs, out into the open.
The air outside was warmer than in. The rays of
the sun fell on you like yellow rain. You felt like
taking your t-shirt off , and twisting the rays out
of it with violence.
The car was parked just across the street. I ran
to it-the air-condition still worked back then. I
was lucky that way.
The car started like a charm-- It pushed itself
down on the street- more like a ship setting sail.
Its ancient velocity passing wired fences, a
tobacco shop, taco stands, two police cars, the
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fast foods, the Hispanic music off car radios-and
on to the freeway.
There, the instant hum of velocity-amuses you-
and something leaves you, in its depth.
Something like water and consciousness-its like ableeding net. And you wonder off depleted-out of
time and space--and suddenly find yourself at a
juncture you dont recognize. Its like the phone-
ring in the middle of a dream. Who and what
force been driving the car here? Its almost like
the freeway has a collective consciousness, things
become autocratic, empty of willfulness.
This is the exit. Its me calling back to me.
I have to awaken!
I find the conspicuous address right away. And
the restaurant is really not one. Its a short-
order-cook round space. Surrounded by a half-
moon-shaped parking lot. Its surfaces are tainted
by a commonness, and everything about the
parking space directs you to the entrance.
The parked cars are mostly trucks, and old-
dinosaurs like mineI know everything inside
too will murmur nostalgia- the universal
language of: awful-things-ahead.
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They girls cant possibly be here yet-Im an hour
early- spinning the day.
Inside, the place looks like a polished pit.
Smooth shiny surfaces smile with a menace. And
the air is packed with scents of saturated fats.The atmosphere has a nakedness to it. You have
to fill it with your own substance.
There are framed posters of someones art-work.
I dont remember his name at all. But he is the
chief of nostalgia. Everyone is supple and blue in
the pictures. Standing erect by barnyards. Ice
cream parlors that dont exist.
I drop myself on a booth that looks out on the
parking lot. The heat outside the window bends
the light- elongated and oblique, like its been
hammered. Still, there is a geometric beauty to
all this unfolded movement. There are no shades
anywhere--and the light gives the impression: It
can go for at all-hours in frozen threads.
The waitress comes by almost instantlyshe is
very agile for all her weight.
Ill just have coffee-Im expecting friends. Im
fond of saying: Im expecting friends, like I
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belong to someone or something.
She smiles agreeably-I know thats probably
why I like overweight people. The cheerfulness
reminds me of overflowing, riverbeds, and innersadness.
She pours the coffee with the steadiest hands.
They are soft and chubby, like a childs. Full of
restrained mischief.
Well, holler at me if you need anything!
Will do! With the same cheerfulness. We can
almost be comrades. I mean to say.
The hour quickly flies-and mainly through: my
examining everything over and over againIm
like an archeologist. Digging in the dirt. The
Formica walls, the invariable patrons, salt-and-
pepper shakers, the flat-bed trucks in the
distance. The changing eco-system.
And then I see them coming.
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.
Chapter Two: Invisible Wealth.
I see my friend first--the way she struts-waves in
and out of her own fragmented shadows. She is
in a floral dress, summery and light-its reflection
is like a ray of water at a distance. Her shoes are
strappy white, with three inches heels-still she
moves in them, well. And she must have seen my
car in the parking lot-because her face moves in
the thin silence of that consciousness. She knows
she is being watched. She draws the attention to
her left, its like shes sensed approval of her ownlook, and wants the same for her friend. Pam: is
in a pair of black flat shoes, and skinny jeans.
And a simple pretty top that matches everything
at once. Her head is bowed in abstracted
attention, a short mop of reddish hair. Beautiful.
And she looks
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older, as in there are tight small muscles around
her eyes, making her look like a woman from
this distance. When they enter, I turn around so
they can see me, and instantly Pams eyes fall onme, and mine search for something definitive in
hers. And we smile unhesitant, and Im content!
They walk to the booth and sit down.
I knew we find you, I saw your dinosaur parked
outside! She is excited. Match-making can be
an act of benevolence too! I am re-thinking
things.
Now, I can tell from both your smiles that you
are happy, right!
Pam takes something out of her skinny jeans
pockets and lays them on the table. Its a pack of
Marlboro cigarettes, Menthol, and a red lighter.
She is bashful about them, and protective-like
sharing a deep secret right away.
How long youve been here.
About an hour!
Vow, you hear that Pam, hes been waiting
for us for an hour, what do you think of
that?
Pam flips the menu, but she clearly thinks it a
complement. She blushes! Everything is
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Transparent, like its been polished by
a wind.
I look at her hands, they are small, and pale.
Quick and sharp. They crimp the warm air-and stay close to the pack of cigarettes, caressing
their space.
She is tanned. A light brown, layered on freckles
and paleness. The space around her is gold-
brown. And up close her hair is more auburn
than red, its really a color I havent seen on
anyone, I know they sell colors like this in drug-
stores, but never seen them occur naturally.
There is something unique about her
look-something from an entirely different river!
Still, all I can say is that: she is very beautiful.
And that she is unaware of it. Down to her dark
round brown eyes. And the far-away look in
them-- detachable, as if she can absent herself at
will-they are patient with the accumulated
weight of being-and with a certain flightiness in
them too, a subtle rebellion at the corners.
I feel lucky, like a man put here by chance,
to observe something quite new-- having
arrived by some quick, vague arrangement.
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Its Pam who asks me that.
What? Im caught off-guard.
Youve been looking out the window, like you
are staring at something!Ive been absent. Somehow I dont recall the
past few moments!
Yeah, you have that far away look! My friend
says.
What do you like to do Pamela? I ignore their
remarks. Im too cautious now. I want to
record everything, everything, like a suitor, a
pleaser, and a new student.
Yes, what do you like to do for a date? My
friend asks punctual, obedient.
Pam smiles her heart shape smile.
I like to go to the beach?
Is she asking me to take her out to the waters!
You have a nice tan!
I walk a lot, I walk to Walmart, Payless!
She utters their names like they are holly places,
and seems reflected, absent again.
One day I walked all the way downtown-I just
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couldnt stop walking! She drifts out like an
echo. And stares at a mysterious point above us.
I like to say: Why?
Where do you live? I really mean: how far-
away are you from downtown! Or: It musthave been a long walk.
I live in Pico -in a group home!
There is nothing sad about the way she utters
this. Its just flat as a desert, affectless.
Im only half-an-hour away from Pico!
What I really mean is:
I will go far off for you, in a boat with no sail.
But I only say:
I have a car thats like a boat.
She showed it to me, its nice, can we go to the
beach tomorrow? She asks me surprisingly
directly.
She is impressed by a Cadillac?
Yes, of course-which beach do you want to go?
Manhattan beach, or Newport!
Im not sure where they are. But Im a
suitor now-and my head is filled with
acquiescence.
Pick you up at 11?
No, at 10! her legs shakes the table with
excitement.
I write her address down as she methodically
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orders: pancakes, with butter on top, side order
of sausages, and cheese- omelet. And vaguely
explains: Its my food!
It has a certain meaning for her!
Later on, I learn what it really means
When the food arrives, she pushes the large
pancake plate in front of our friend-its a gesture
they both understand, because she
begins to cut the pancakes for her in tiny little
slices.
It doesnt seem unusual. My friend murmurs as
an explanation:
Its really hard for her to cut these into little
pieces!
Yeah-I cant cut them myself. Pam explains,
and watches our friend as though observing a
surgeon.
Why Im not surprised? Id sensed her
coordination was off by seconds and millimeters.
Im not sure how I know this. Its how her
eyes follow every little movementvelocity has a
certain mystery for her. Singular, maidenly
events. She follows them, with little
bursts of surprise--they tilt her head to the left-
like she is
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made both curious, and frightened by them.
I know, I have seen this tilt before-over and over
again-its the silent language of the kids I worked
with years ago. Back then, itd felt like being
under a tree whose leaves fell like flowers aroundyou . Their gestures were like little presents,
carrying secret proportions of humanity, from a
distance of unexplainable beauty.
She eats only a third of what shes ordered, its
nearly as if she is quickly bored with them. The
uneaten food look buried in their dishes. They
are like broken plastic things, something
rubbery and flexible about them all: Pink,
yellow, red colors-food that resembles toys. They
cant be what we (were) but (are)-serious
confusions of splendor!
I think, only children can be amused
by these plates, but Im wrong because there are
adults sitting everywhere, looking ravenous for
them.
I dont know why I dont lament all the waste
perhaps its because I wouldnt eat them myself?
I used to call them: heart-attack-specials-
suddenly it doesnt seem funny anymore.
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Pam begins to stare out the window. She
grabs her cigarettes, theyre intimate objects
to her:
Im going outside fore a smoke!
But Ill be right back. Though, theres no re-
assurance in that. You feel as though she mightdisappear into the traffic!
Ok, darling. Says my friend and gets out of
the booth so Pamela can slide out.
Within seconds she is outside, we can both see
her-she looks like a distracted statue, staring still
at something mobile.
Well, what do you think!
I think she is lovely!
Well? What else
Her colors! Do the rest of the family come in
colors like that?
No- you know, most women would die to have
a hair-color like hers!
And she is bright-not in the conventional ways,
but very sensitive!
I know, I get that too!
What else? She wants to pick brain. Its not
just curiosity. She wants something more!
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Insight, insight. I annoys me.
Everyone wants instant insightit really ought
to be the most expensive currency in the world.
Fine!
She is lovely though!You already said that-whats wrong with you?
I dont know what to tell you-I feel like Darwin
on his island!
What does that mean? Ive exasperated her.
I mean she is like something rare, and
undiscovered!
Oh, shut-up, here she comes back- she is
adorable! She really likes Pam.
I agree!! I hush my voice.
She moves and Pamela slides back in.
I saw two bikes!
Pam loves bikes! My friend explains, with
fondness. I think she understands there is
something interesting and, infrequent about
Pam, she just cant put her head around it. And
neither can I.
What kind of bikes? I am not sure what they
are talking about.
Street bikes, not off road. I saw a Honda
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1000-it took off down the street, like crazy-
woosh.
She makes the sound, and laughs. Its clearly
made her happy.
Our waitress comes by, she is shocked by theuneaten mess on the table:
You dont want anymore? You want me to box
it for you? She is helpful- but like a soldier, she
should have stayed and guarded the food!
None of us wants to say anything. We all feel
guilty, in a distracted way.
Pam seems a bit annoyed.
I cant eat anymore! offers as an explanation.
The waitress is nonplussed:
Oh, dont worry about it honey. She doesnt
mean it-and begins to clear the table-it probably
looks like a shipwreck to her. She wants it all
restored to some God-given order.
Outside the heat is an immobile stature--as if it
can resist all ruptures and change.
But there are always one more ice-age
ahead. I think to myself. Theres really no
reason to alarm anyone!
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I put my sunglasses on, they make me
feel different. Its a lot like putting a curtain
up. The opposite of opening your arms.
Pamela walks side by my side, she walks
quick and, self-assured. I think: she means to
say:
were together.
We walk over dead brown grass onto the
pavement.
The ocean surges in the distance-I can smell its
scents.
We are only half-an-hour away from the
Pacific. I can clearly hear its wind
calling. It reminds me of a landlords knock on
the door-- something alarming and ominous.
You always wonder if anyone else hears this
quick knock?!
Later on I think: there is something keener in
Pam though-something subterranean like a root,
something that sends my books to their shelves
and senses the world with an invisible wealth.
She tilts her head up in the air. It reminds me of
my long-gone Terrier, some perfume in the air
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has shaken her. Something unjustly forgotten?
Because Im unmoved !! I have a deaf science of
ravines and peaks-and persist as if in a ruined
tunnel, at another limit!
I wait for them to get in the car-and watch
them drive away. Pam waves her hand, and
smiles while looking ahead, I know she is
thinking of tomorrow, and of waters, waters.
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Chapter Three: In The Box.
It wasnt easy to fall sleep that night. And once
sleep the dreams were intractable, impossible to
budge. I seem to go in and- out of doors,
through pure territories that are joined by some
sovereign intelligence, something unknowable,
and unfailing..
There are events that have existed, forming
events that must form. I can see the source of mydestiny I think! But its a feeling more than
thoughts.
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And its almost as if its too painful to know so
much, so I dont.
I wake up not remembering anything, just a
vague unhappiness, in a faint place inside me,
where nocturnal weights throbs. I know it can
all be made of a wellspring: of light like bright
spindles--but the details are worn,
divided like tears. Onward.
Its almost 5:00 AM, when I wake up- at the
Edges of dawn-I have to stare out patiently
through the curtains, until everything is silver-
plated with landing light, then I can go on to
run.
To start running any earlier than 6:30 is to leave
oneself vulnerable to so many who see the light
as a breach, as a finger down
their throats. They range from stray
dogs, to mad men and women, who think
knives can be wielded against anyone in the
absence of light, though they naturally cant run
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well.
To the an occasional crack-head on a bicycle,who is too high to distinguish value from
worthlessness. Who grabs anything that fits in
his hooded sweat shirt. Keys, crumbled napkins,
old cell-phones:
yeah give me that too.
I think its just the general idea of taking things
in, t must be a malfunction of
consumption or corpulence. Even garbage
earns something around
here. The garbage collectors are Hispanics, older
Chinese couples, and the homeless, they
tow their super market carts across
pavements with such vigor. Sometimes I
thin theyll live to be in their hundreds.
The first time I was mugged.. I was leaving for
a swim at 5:30. There is a covered pool that
opens at 4:30 AM. Every morning.
The thief was hooded, riding a dirt bike. The
hand-gun he pulled out was a terrifying looking
object, it looked to weigh a ton. He asked
to come up to the apartment. I nodded, my head
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really to the gun, he was a thinly smallish fellow.
Wasting slowly away from crack. But they must
have designed the semi-automatic to stir sharp
irritable fear. It had a crocodile face, a twistedshiny serpent. And had he really polished the
thing? In the downs darkness, this silver object
shone its own light. Like itd been dipped into
candle wax, and now was lit on fire. And it had
its own phosphorescent tail as the man-boy
waved it around in the dark warm air.
Once we were upstairs in my apartment, he
swiftly picked up anything small enough to fit in
his bottomless pockets. Pens, wallet, keys,
lighter, cell-phone, etc.
On the way out I quarreled with him over my
wallet, all my IDs were in it, but he hit me
with the butt of his gun. And that quickly ended
the pulling match.
The second time I was mugged I was just
running near the park, the man in the car
stopped ahead, walked over, pulled a semi-
automatic
out of his jacket, ordered me against the wall,
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and went through my pockets, not having founda damn thing, he left me standing there
bewildered. It made me think: why would he
assume a jogging man carries anything but
his keys? But the light was barely out, the days
promise or its absence on, on
the verges of occurring, inevitable, impending,
obligatory, sad? It occurred to me that the dawn
can bring a man to its red knees- dealing out
its frozen threads of probability, actualities. That
perhaps unlike me, there are those who like the
absence of light, its feigned retreat.
That this absence of light might be as vital as
unconsciousness, vagueness, impassivity. The
light with its nimble swords, its warrior restless
beds.
It all made me want to mourn for the dogs, the
knife-wielding mad men, and the bandits.
I thought I could understand the dark side of
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he absence of that harvest feeling. The mad glow
of all broken things. The yellowing pigeons. The
shine of fat on our faces. The outworn clothes.
The submissive heads. And everything wrapped
in the pale resistance of dead shoulders.
It took me 10 minutes to take a shower. Five
minutes to dress. 4 minutes to find the address
on mapquest. And half-an-hour to drive through
the deadest-looking LA neighborhoods on a
Sunday. Industrial little towns, some only
seconds away from one another, but all with
different fancy Spanish names, all looking
exactly alike-like someones bad joke and
mockery of diversity. A million traffic lights
along, and railroad tracks crossing in odd
strange places. A large bread factory, machine
shops, more than dozens fast foods, pharmacies,
outlet retails clothes, a spice factory, diners, and
Mexican young girls in skinny jeans and bare
shoulders, searching out of the corner of theirkeenest eye for supped up cars, who ought to
stop for them.
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The group home was exactly where it was
suppose to be. On a fast four-lane lonely street.
Where cars and bikes were made to feel reckless,
free, if for mere moments... When I parked in
front of the entrance walk. Three men and two
women approached the car and eyed me
suspiciously. Once I was out of the car, all five of
them asked if I smoked. One of them wanted to
know who was I there to pick up.
I had no cigarettes, but I would have given them
a few each. It would have made their Sunday,
The space in front of the sliding door was littered
with smoked-to-the-end cigarette butts.
Someone ought to sweep this mess once in a
while.
I told one of them. Inhabiting authority roles is
so spontaneous for me.
They do, every once in a while, but you cant
smoke in the lobby. The tallest of them said.
And just to confirm himself, he muddled.
yes sir, they do sweep this spot, yes sir.
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Once inside, the lobby looked empty, large, and
barren. There were the usual calendars from the
art-class. Weeks Activities. Were panted on in
orange in large cardboard letters. There was
nothing written under it. The empty space might
have said: What activities?
And there was a pay phone to the left, and doors
of 3, 4 offices, shut. Only one was open. And I
walked to it, there was a Mexican woman, short
and real fat, sitting behind a desk, half to hide
her weight, half to rest her knees. And she was
loud, like she was used to yelling at people:
Can I help you?
I am here to pick-up Pamela West.
I paused.
Is she expecting you?
Sizing me up and down with curiosity.
Yes.
I decided not to give her anything to help make
up her mind about me. She probably divided
things in good and bad, black or brown. Sugar
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or no sugar. Carne or not.
She picked up the phone, dialed the intercom
and shouted:
Pamela West, you have a visitor in the lobby.
She let the echo of her voice soothe her, authority
like a sip of milkshake.
Shell be right down.
She said generous.
I start circling the lobby, and within seconds of
the call, strange looking women appear,
probably to see whos come for Pamela. There is
this pecking order. They are all mad. I can tell. A
very young black girl asks for a cigarette. She is
dressed in the most outrageously sexual way. She
has to unloosen two strings and shed be naked
all over. She cant be much older than 18. And
there is this other woman, she is pretty in a mid-
western way. Dressed in Walmart and what-not.
She looks at me to see if I find her attractive. The
sort of stare that is never evaluating you, but
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something unlovely reflected back to her!! But
not really expecting it. Just the fear exists in hershell. I make sure I smile approvingly. I have
learned how to do that throughout. The look-
back must always say: confirm, confirm. Or it
creates self-loathing, anger and problems you
can hardly get over.
Pamela takes a good 10 minutes to appear. She is
out of the elevator, with what looks like an
entourage. She nods her head to me, and she is
talking o these older obese men. They are
carrying her purse, cell-phone, and her beach
towel. Now I see why the lobby got crowded
with women after it was announced she has a
visitor. She is clearly their queen. Their feminine
point of reference. She calls the fat Mexican
woman: Bertha. Introduces me as her friend-
and says matter of factly: Are you ready?
I look at the largely obese and older men
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standing at attention, she notices them, and start
introducing them like they are her best friends
and curiously servants.
The one holding her cell-phone, has his hairparted in the middle with the currently
fashionable hair gel. He looks like a scrubbed
bear. Everything is a bit cartoonish.
Pamela looks at him and says: can I have the
tinker bell?
The tinker bell? I say trying to me amazed.
See there is a tinker bell on it.
Its a black all-purpose bag with a stitching of
tinker bell.
The bear wants to know where were going.
We are going to Manhattan beachIll
be back soon, we wont be late.
She is assuring him of her return!!
Im internally loving every glance, exchange and
gesture. Its like being allowed inside a building,
youve always looked at from the street, through
thick glasses.
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I am inside the box! I unintentionally exclaim.
What box? Pamela asks.
But doesnt wait for an answer, we better get
going, and starts toward the door. The entourage
follows her with her. They have circled her like a
wagon. One of the girls ask:
Where youre going Claire.
She doesnt pause to answer her, In fact the
question is what shes desired, with a probably
repeated answer she yells:
Just out and about. You can tell she is find of
saying this because she repeats it to me in the
car.
They are always asking me where Im going,
and I say out and about. She is fond of this little
tid bit. And lights a cigarette, without askig for
my permission. But Im not particular. And not
anal. Im inside the box, and it feels nice.
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Chapter Four: Ocean unnoticed.
(To Be Continued)
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