the clubhouse

a few years ago i decided that i needed an office of some sort..i'm not sure why but i had this romantic vision of having a place to go. a place to just hang out. in a perfect world there would have been a tv, stereo and high speed interweb...in the end it only had high speed internet and a great view of the goings on at carroll and hastings. on any summer night you could sit on the sill of the large windows that overlooked the street and see the very open drug store. hookers, wannabe pimps, drug dealers, down and outters and the odd cop walked around as if the rest of the world didn't even exist. it was cool. i had rented the space with two good pals of mine, james and renee. we were never, ever there at the same time and truthfully, i don't think much ever went on there. i tried to write there but would get distracted by the internet or the action below the window. eventually i just stopped going there very much, renne exited after a while and was replaced by someone else who shall not be named, james had a good set-up there with his electronics gear and probably used it more than anyone. it was a good place, the clubhouse and one day i'd love to have another place like it. maybe it was premature, maybe i never really needed it at all but thought i did. it was a cheap experiment. i don't regret it a bit.
anyhow..i was just thinking about the place after i spoke with james today. he's a good guy. i like him. i think i'll e.mail renee and tell her i love her and miss her.

g. xo