Night has fallen and the rain has stopped pounding on the tin roofs. I'm lying in the hotel room. Overhead fan cools the room. I haven't shut it off since my arrival. It's hot here. LA was in the 60s. Oahu 70s. New York was cold. Winter cold. Snow cold. Nothing like here. 80s during the day. 70s at night. Sweltering hot like my trip to Matzatlan in 1975.
I spent the night reading first by Bob Connolly and Robin Anderson, recounting two white men's first incursion into the Papua New Guinea Highlands in the 1930s. The Melansian natives about Biak town came 40,000 years ago, maybe even more, who can trust white man science? I want to ask them, if they are a lost tribe from deepest Africa, but they don't resemble anyone genetically other than themsevles. else the same genetic race. Here in beak too. The kind of cause who the author encountered about the white men with Dead return from death for strange gods who treated them as potential slaves, , buying loyalties with shells addiction tobacco, in the fear of the Dum Dum bullet. This was the last great Frontier. In here and beer I'm on its Edge. People on this island are related to them and in the marketplace the merchants sell bad copies of asthma totems.
I've met two american MD's on their way to the Highlands in Erie and Jaya, , a Skin Diver Larry Smith in his Indonesian girlfriend, in six drunk Japanese veterans of World War II. I'm basically the only tourist
Reading the rough guides indonesian handbook chapter on irian Jaya makes me want to go going to Bali and flying over to jayapura and then up to the bellamy Valley, but that would have to wait for another time, although the chances of me coming back this way to beak at the end of the world a slim.
I've been writing north North Hollywood but not that much.
If I had an extra $500 i'd fly to Jaipur maybe next year cuz I really like this archipelago of Indonesia after only 2 days
So far the trip has been in success. I accomplished everything I wanted to in LA, i saw nina Smith. We had a night out. I got drunk as did she we tried to make love in her car. I couldn't get it up. As much as I wanted her
I saw Monty. Who's doing well at propaganda we are friendly. I thought he might be angry with me for asking him for money when he asked me to look at a Bentley Conti in London last year, but the old boy from Atlanta is too good of soul for That. He wants me to come up with a lethal weapon script. He offered me a room in LA. But I'm not really into writing scripts and I want to finish North Hollywood. I thank them for the offer and said I'd contact him. If I came up with a good idea
Sadly I couldn't get in touch with Sharon, cuz her husband's mother explained that after she left my place last year she got into dope very badly. She was fucking young men, in the neighborhood stealing from them and anybody else, the Mother-in-law threw her out after she almost burnt it down. She went through her her father's death money pretty quick. The Mother-in-law didn't hold it against her. She had lost both her husband and son to drugs. He's not bad she's just a junkie. But I don't really want to see her for a long time do you want her number?"
I thought about it for a second, and didn't answer other than to say i'll see you when she gets better."
I dealt with her Sharon will ever get better. Such as the power of pornography to ruin people's lives no way do I want to north Hollywood to glorify porno as much as I like pictures of naked women, big cocks, and cum.
Erotica. Is what I'm talking about hardcore. I kissed Nina and Ernest and I want to have a porno scene in her backseat. She was the first woman I kissed in ages, but who knows what tomorrow brings
Tonight I'm alone with the sound of the fan overhead in the hotel kick you
Lost in Erie and Jaya.
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