BlogHide Resteemsleftyobradovich (42)in novel • 6 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 32 On a Saturday night in May, Jimmy and I drive way out to the dingy outer-Mission to a party at Mark Doyle’s place. Loud rap music blares as we enter the strange place that looks like…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 6 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 31 A guy named Darryl answers the ‘Guitar Player Wanted’ ad that Wes placed all over town. I pick Darryl up at his house one day after work to talk things over. At the Chameleon we’re…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 6 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 30 On a Sunday I’m at the Art Institute doing a little painting and after an hour or so in the painting studios I get restless. I go down to the maintenance shop to take a look at the…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 6 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 29 I sit in the maintenance office interviewing for the open custodial position with Andy and the shop foreman Max, a black man in his early forties. “What do you have to offer here as…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 6 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 28 After work one day I drive downtown to where Wes lives, just around the corner from Molly and Frank. Wes gets in the car and I drive south. We cross Market then head over to Third…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 6 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 27 On a Sunday morning I park the Peugeot in the staff parking lot at the Art Institute. I walk down to Columbus, cross it, turn right. I continue for several minutes until I approach…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 6 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 26 I sit in the courtyard of the Art Institute on a Saturday afternoon. Bored and depressed. I had come supposedly to paint. The real reason was to check out girls. Maybe hook up with one.…leftyobradovich (42)in novel • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 25 I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about the way I dropped Linda. I call her up and arrange to have dinner with her. We set out on foot walking north, up across Market then through…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 24 “Here dude, this is how Dylan does it,” Frank tells me. He then places a small chunk of heroin on some tin foil. He places a tumbler upside-down over the dope then wraps the foil up…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 23 On a Sunday afternoon I drive over to Frank and Molly’s. They’ve moved into a slightly larger apartment in their building on the third floor. We are all supposed to meet up at a barbecue…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 22 I’m at a Tenderloin barfly place with Frank playing pool and drinking Dun Beaghan scotch just enjoying hanging out with my best friend. Once again I’m experiencing the conflictive…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 21 On the way to band practice, Frank drives the Peugeot south on Third Street with me in the passenger seat. Michael and Wes are in the back. “Did your girlfriend get back from New York…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 20 “I mean, I think, well…what I’m saying is that were just not…,” I bullshit Linda. “We’re not, well…when we are together it’s not like we hear music or the earth moves or anything. It’s…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 19 One Saturday on a rare time that I go to church, Molly meets me at Sacramento and Van Ness after the service ends. I give her a quick kiss then we head south. I’m wearing a blue…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 18 By Wednesday, I still can’t get Molly off my mind. I finally call her at work. I ask her if she can meet me after her shift ends and she agrees. “I miss you so much,” I tell Molly. “I…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 17 Still a little incoherent from her dental appointment, that night Molly sleeps through Mean Streets on the Bravo channel. We both crash on a bed made up of sleeping bags and pillows…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 16 While having a drink with Frank on Monday in the Tenderloin he tells me that Molly wants to go back to Arroyo Grande as soon as possible. She needs to get her wisdom teeth pulled and she…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 15 Once I get settled in at the Masonic Street place, I contact Michael Ashland and he’s able, through some friends, to find a practice space down on Third Street out in the direction of…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 14 On the thirtieth of the month Kurt finally gives in and says I can have the room. I guess it’s because the drummer, Duke, has become evasive about moving and rent is due on the fifth.…leftyobradovich (42)in fiction • 7 years agoThe Dirtbag Vernacular [Original Novel]ENTRY 13 Although I’ve been working full time for a couple of weeks I still haven’t got my first full-time paycheck. My money is pretty low so every night I try to get Linda to buy a bottle of…
