Pynchon world-paranoia (?)

[Bled Welder]

Interesting now returning and turning on my awesome bedside lamp one of two that I am ever turning on and off and adjusting and moving back again for given times and moods.  Back into the external world of light.
I could tell you about my first year in the City of Choppers dearest Los Angeles the first of five or six those were my wildest five years of miscellaneous drug abuse all of which was nothing to the deep evergoing everthirsting current of alcohol.
All else from my landing in Los Angeles in 1999 through five or six years there and then five or six years in the most astonishing place that is Manhattan and for me anyway especial Lower Manhattan I lived right across the East River in a place called Willamsburg and I landed there right at the very beginning of the build boom and all around on every single side blocks deep forever the building of the condos now but I was not in one of them and I landed at first on Venice Beach a year before total sand and chopper patrols necessitated shutdown except for the possible darkest moments of that Sunday tribal drum gathering but here I'm getting into long not thought of specific moments of singular desperation but it was short before then I arrived sometime right before the millenium and I was in Los Angeles and I had scored some lsd from a wanderer and I thought what do I know of this place around here I was driving around the area and much liked Manhattan Beach and then wait Pynchon lived around here didn't he while writing Gravity's and someone a few days before obliged me with the exact address and on New Year's Eve of 2000 I dropped two hits of whatever it was I don't recall now in front of the previous Pynchon residence down underneath the main condo I was given to believe and wisely drove up to Venice the beach before I could no longer drive I recall now I happened this is all coming back at this moment the first job I landed in LA by sheer coincidence happened to be at the Writers Guild and the person I first friended there was a lady who just happened to have a couple friend who had room they might share and rent to me just up the hill from the V.Beach and I moved in from the East Hollywood hotel my Indian family friends who I would soon return to and now this is moving my memory into my first two years in Hollywood around Hollywood is where I live all my years and finally blossomed into my alcoholic glory and side everything else on Cahuenga and Franklin but first there was The Clown Room and The Bourgoise Pig I never made any friends in the Pig but made friends and that one guy who lived around the corner bigtime drinker came around different hours wanted to kill me would declare to the open bar there was that one fellow who I spent some time with would come in the early hours of opening and he had some book a calendar of the ladies who worked there I must have been jotting noted for some thing or another.
Those are the years of immense solitude.  Then the women and the incredible girlfriend broken in vibrant chaos and the full time job but I never worked in NYc although I did for a year in 1996 when I lived in the Center Village I have worked around this country for more corporations than anyone oh yes I know that whole experience.  But that ended in LA and that's why I left LA and where else would I go but back to NYc.



 		 	   		  
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