Prior to this let down, I traded stories with Ariel. She was about five foots seven, pleasant facial features, thin lips with a light birthmark to the left of her forehead. She wore slightly torn blue jeans and a green tee shirt. Originally from Brentwood in Northern California, a small town with a population of 5,000. She is the younger sibling of two girls. Her mother got pregnant when she was 16 and was ostracized by the town. I commented it sounded like Nathaniel Hawthorne's Scarlett Letter. She was studying to be a surgeon (too much work and no life as a surgeon-she said) but gave it up to become a pastry chef. Her father was a chef. Her mother was a loan officer. Ariel told stories of not be able to access her apartment because a couple was having sex on the stairwell. She talked about being chased by a homeless guy into Target and getting protection from Target security employees. She talked about a guy who would jump out of bushes naked to freak people out. Some guy spilled coffee on himself when that happened. Her brother-in-law took her hiking at LA Crest, the foothills of Pasadena. Her brother-in-law also took her to a strip bar. Her brother-in-law and her sister enjoyed going to strip bars. Ariel lives in North Hollywood and works in Pasadena.
Prior to this, I hung out with 2 lesbos and a guy I mistook to be gay (embarrassingly) at La Cuevita in Highland Park. I forgot the butch lesbo's name, the femme lesbo's name is Gretchen, and the guy I mistook to be gay because he was so introverted is Ivan. Ivan is African/American with a tightly shaved mustache and beard. Gretchen is blond with hair that almost touched her shoulders and she wore a dark colored dress, originally from Nebraska. Butch-lesbo-whose-name-I-forgot wore jeans and a black t-shirt and shaped her blond hair into a pompadour. The lesbos were both lawyers. Butch-lesbo-whose-name-I-forgot represented plaintiffs against corporations. Gretchen is an advocate for foster children. Ivan is a biologist. Butch-lesbo-whose-name-I-forgot is originally from the San Fernando Valley. I chided her on inability to speak Valley because she didn't start ever word with "like". The conversation started when Butch-lesbo-whose-name-I-forgot called for a drink and I asked her whats in the drink. I forget the name of the drink but it has orange juice, cranberry juice and vodka. I combination of Screw Driver and Cape Cod. Butch-lesbo-whose-name-I-forgot impressed me because she had a encyclopedic knowledge of mixed drinks. Alchy's appreciation for another Alchy. We traded our life history based on the places we've lived. The lesbos went back east for their education, stayed in San Francisco and are now currently living in Los Angeles. I brought up the subject of how Judy Garland is associated with the gay struggle. Lesbos came back with how Dolly Parton is associated with gay struggle in the south and mid-west. I said I like Dolly a lot and how remarkable her song writing skills are especially since she had written "I Will Always Love You." The two lesbos wanted to have a kid. Gretchen said wanted a Jewish baby just to match Butch lesbo's religious/ethnic background. Butch lesbo demurred and said the Jewish sperm has gone down in quality. I was incredulous. I rhetorically argued back: "how could the Diaspora make sperm weaker?". I cited the example of the African American, Jamaicans, and the Taiwanese. I made the claim that most Taiwanese are over 6 feet because only the fittest survived in the forced march to avoid death Mao's counter culture Red Guards. I asked whether they would choose the the sperm donor to be a friend or anonymous. The thought of their 6 foot tall, blond, blue eyed friend, but they could go either way. I asked how they met. Prior to this question, we got into a discussion about meeting people on the internet. Meeting on the internet was not relevant to them. Butch-lesbo-whose-name-I-forgot said she got fed up trying to meet people on the internet in college and said she simply threw a party at her place. There she became got introduced to Gretchen but she also became involved with her law professor who was married. I jokingly called her a "home wrecker". So ever since then Gretchen and her have been a couple. They drank mixed drinks and $1.00 mescal shots. I had three stouts (see picture above).
Prior to entering La Cuevita while getting off the Gold Line at the Highland station I saw a fight between two cabrons. One cabron got the other on the ground and wailed on him.
