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But that's not important to Dick, just to me. Dick did get very keyed up about traffic though, especially when the car stalled. Saw building where he works. 25 minutes. Off to Echo Park. See Jorge's. He gave Dick the coke, but we didn't do any. Driving back, Jorge told about his new job at Western Costume. Sounds OK. At least I'm glad to hear he's employed. Oh, at his home he showed me Worksdays ad. Trip back seemed a lot shorter, talking. Flatness surrounds us, though.

Back at Dick's we made dinner, and had a good time talking, I having Chivas + soda I was actually somewhat articulate + bright, it was nice eating at home.

Ate dinner, talking about where I should live. Then afterward, Jorge made a joint which was sprinkled with hash oil. I pretended to smoke some. Pretty mild too. I had quite a fun time then, but I can't remember why. Just good lines. Jorge laid out some lines of coke, and I did just a very little. More fun. We decide to go to West Hollywood, and not one way, detour, or gauntlet of Silverlake. Nothings really changed very much. We decide to meet at Revolver where we have a drink: Chivas + soda. Oh, before going + upon parking, I do just a little coke. Jorge offers to sell. No, I say.

At Revolver, we watch music video, still not much comedy. And everyone's in one big room looking up at screen. That's always bothered me, passivity of it. Saw Carl Peach, lives in Laguna now, with little Bobby. Landscape architect. But people still drive a long way for a Saturday night.

After a while of this, getting boring, we went to Studio I. Walked by Mother Lode. Long line, for what.

Had coffee, kahlua, cream and saw Glen Cram. Likes Newport. Still no boyfriend. Reno laywer friend too. Talked about skiing Baker + Bachelor.

Danced with Dick a while. Had a little more coke in the toilet. Then went to Backlot Bar. Scotch + soda.