July 24, 2018, 12:36 am
What matters most. A few thoughts.
I’m up at night reading a terrifying book —just really scary — about the life of an amphetamine addict.
It is so blood curdling I think I will have to burn it.
Malibu was balmy and beautiful tonight. My pal Judah and I ate at the Carbon Beach Cafe. It’s right on the sand or maybe ten feet above it. The waves are deafening. My chopped steak was delicious. I kept thinking that this is life in the age of Trump. It’s sweet.
But when I got home to Beverly Hills my wife was already asleep. Or trying to sleep. She couldn’t sleep. She is extremely ill. Her nurses are all over her. I had only gone to Malibu to try to arrange to sell our house there and some property we own near it. I don’t need that house now. I spend all my time with my wife in BH. She’s too tired even to be driven 55 minutes to Malibu.
She shuffled out of bed and we prayed. The nurse and I put her back in bed.
I read a book about drug addiction by a super-talented writer named Amy Dresner. My Fair Junkie. IT IS TERRIFYING but super well written. If you don’t like dirty words… don’t read it. I guess I already told you I was reading it. It’s late.
I started to sneeze. Why? I thought of Trump. Except for Nixon, no President has ever been so good to the Jews. Why don’t more of us like him?
I watched Trey Gowdy on TV. He is a genius. Should be President.
Dear God, please help my wife. She is all that matters to me.
Jeremy Bishop, A Night in Malibu/Creative Commons
Published at Tue, 24 Jul 2018 04:36:27 +0000