Writing
The Underachiever  |  Excerpt

Dropping into San Diego around 7:30pm Friday night, I collapsed into a beer and splashed tales of my life to my old roommates and good friends, Kevin Zhine and Pedro who now live together at Casa Zapato in Del Mar. These guys are great. I always have a good time with them. I immediately told them I hade no idea how long I was going to be in San Diego and had less of an idea about my travel plans.

No problem, they said as Pedro handed me a beer.

The next thing I did was frantically try to contact Nymphet, to no avail.

This is a fact I am still trying to grasp, this futile pushing of the way. You cannot push the moment or the energy. You can only accept it and work with it.

We headed out to a few local bars to end up getting unbelievably trashed that night, me worrying all night that Nymphet would be calling, with no results. I must have called her ten times that night, leaving a trail of messages as I sputtered.