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and the second time to correct the errors and fuckups. This way, it's one
run for the fun, the glory and the escape.
I wonder what the next step will be after the computer? You'll probably
just press your fingers to your temples and out will come this mass of
perfect wordage. Of course, you'll have to fill up before you start but
there will always be some lucky ones who can do that. Let's hope.
The phone rang.
"It's the battery," he said, "you needed a new battery."
"Suppose I can't pay?"
"Then we'll hold your spare tire."
"Be down soon."
And as soon as I started down the hill I heard my elderly neighbor. He
was yelling at me. I climbed his steps. He was dressed in his pajama pants
and and old gray sweatshirt. I walked up and shook his hand.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm your neighbor. Been there for ten years."
"I'm 96," he said.
"I know it, Charley."
"God won't take me because He's afraid I'll take his job."
"You could."
"Could take the Devil's job too."
"You could."
"How old are you?"
"71."
"71?"
"Yes."
"That's old too."
"Oh, I know it, Charley."
We shook hands and I went back down his steps and then down the hill,
passing the tired plants, the tired houses.
I was on my way to the gas station.
Just another day kicked in the ass.

10/3/91 11:56 PM
Today was the second day of inter-track wagering. Where the live horses
ran at Oak Tree there were only 7,000 people. Many people don't want to make
that long drive to Arcadia. For those living in the south part of town, it
means taking hte Harbor Freeway, then the Pasadena Freeway and then after
that more driving along surface streets to get the track. It's a long hot
drive, coming and going. I always came in from that drive totaly exhausted.
A small-time trainer phoned me. "There was nobody out there. It's the
end. I need a new trade. Think I'll get a word processor and become a
writer. I'll write about you..."
His voice was on the message machine. I phoned him back and
congratulated him for coming in 2nd on a 6-to-1 shot. But he was down.
"The small trainer is finished. This is the end," he said.
Well, we'll see what they draw tomorrow. Friday. Probably a thousand
more. It's only inter-track wagering, it's the economy. Things are worse
than the government or the press will admit. Those who are still alive in
the economy are keeping quiet about it. I'd have to guess that the biggest