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Sunday, June 25, 2006
Boheme Sauvage Reprise
Sitting at the roulette table, having paid the medium behind a Ouija board to tell me who would win the World Cup ("a player number 7, in a jersey with blue"), losing millions of phony Reichsmarks to the platinum-haired croupier while my moll got me drunk on Scotch, I glanced up through a fog of smoke and boa feathers to find a stocky, crew-cut American looking a bit confused. I made out the legend on his T shirt:
E.T. Surf.
"Hey, are you from Hermosa Beach?" I said.
"Yeah, where are you from?"
"I grew up in Redondo."
"Where in Redondo?"
"Pretty close to Mira Costa High School."
"Hey, I went to Costa! Whoa. So what is this, like a Weimar Berlin thing?"
"Kind of."
"Cool."
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
7:28 PM
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