diary from the desert …out on the weekend…page three

early friday evening started off with the smell of burning…

at first i thought it was just a really uninteresting barbeque or something….
t’was unspeakably hot with a strong wind blowing violently through the palm trees..

it made for an unnerving atmosphere…a little bit alfred hitchcock,if you will….

i hadn’t eaten much proper food all week…
i’ve been living on the bunches of bananas i bought from the market…
tubs of ben and jerrys ice cream that were in the fridge before i came
a huge box of ritz crackers…all bran… and endless mugs of awful liptons tea or cold cans of coca cola.
i just haven’t felt like going out to restaurants in this ripping heat…
and i don’t want to drink much during the weekdays,cause i wanna rock semi hard on the weekend,
also every time you go into a good restaurant to get a good square meal,
there’s subtle pressure to  drink wine or cocktails or some such thing…

and i just don’t want to bother too much with all of that…i want ovaltine…

but friday came, and it was time to find further meaning of life…
i went out to the local homosexual dive…a real shed of a place…
the people that hang out there are an odd mixture of locals who are fairly close to the poverty line,

and wealthier ones who have no pissy social class barriers …. i love it.

there’s one gay man i know there who manages to feed himself on fifty dollars for the whole month..
he buys a big sack of spuds for next to nothing, and god only knows what  else..
a real sweetheart…
but i get talking to this other man…….67 years old
very handsome… tall…a bit marlboro man, only without the cigarette.
he was a piece of work..in the greatest sense..
he started off as a vet….then he became an architect…designed homes for the likes of doris day…
and was good friends of hers and the late rock hudson…
built homes on that malibu coast line…
but he hit a wall during the economic slide this last three years and lost a lot of money…
so he got out,and downsized his life…divorced his second wife who he’s good friends with…

and now enjoys the single life of an elderly homosexual man in a smaller home he built himself…keeps horses and drives a truck…

we were enjoying talking about all sorts of things,so we rattled on together for the rest of the night after the bar…
it was roaring hot and we shuffled around naked in our boots out under the night sky…
he had a huge cock..a real fuckin beer can of a thing,and he wasn’t shy…although he wasn’t loud either.
we didn’t have sex….not in the general sense of the word anyway,
but we both had hard-ons that kept coming and going and coming again out in the open air,
he liked my well proportioned slightly younger wirey hairless body ,and i very much liked his older rugged robust good looks…
it was all a tad naturist ..like i say,we didn’t have sex in the conventional sense of the word,but there was the most engaging horny tension between us…
those who understand this sort of thing,will know easily what i’m talking about…those who don’t,simply won’t…
we made no plans to see each other again,exchanged no phone numbers….and all is well with the universe..

i bet he can’t even remember my name….perfect … unrepeatable.

saturday was a washout…just too hot….but that wind in the palm trees…
…it really was pure alfred hitchcock.
it made me feel a little bit fearful…like that movie of his… ‘the birds’….
i went out,but felt so tired…one tequila, and i reversed right back up the canyon and into bed,
but not before the taxi driver pointed out the bushfires on the mountain tops…
so now the smell of burning all weekend made sense…

the mass of red flames looked beautiful from my apartment balcony,and apparently no one has been hurt or killed.

i woke up on sunday to the smell of thick carbon traces in the air…
the bushfire had really filthy’d things up …
so i went to a beerbust out of town,
feasted on one dollar hot dogs and a few tequilas…and the odd hit of a joint,that came from a sweet young guy who cleans the bars and toilets there full time..
he also does occasional porn….
he’d give me a hit of his grass during his break, and tell me about how it’s difficult to keep a roof over his head while he attempts to look after his crack addicted room mate…

i said ‘you gotta get rid of the room mate’…….he said ‘i can’t…he’s my brother………my  TWIN brother’….!@£$%^&*

no plans for the forthcoming week except to eat a lot of baby spinach….find some decent teabags,and sink my face into my brilliant doc pomus biography.
i am counting the weeks and days for when thomas will be here.
i wish he was here right now to witness these balmy evenings along side me.
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One Response to diary from the desert …out on the weekend…page three

  1. Susanne says:

    Have a great time! Love your desert diary 🙂

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