Long Way Home

I wake up with a slight hangover after spending last night driving around the entire city of Los Angeles looking for a party that me and 'George' just couldn't find. First it was to Santa Monica where a pre-party involved watching six USC grads do beer bongs till they couldn't stand, then to Brentwood where we watched a young UCLA girls puke on herself in the bathroom as none of her girls would help her, and then on to a house party in Silverlake where we arrived half an hour too late, and finally to a weird apartment on top of an old ice cream parlor in Hollywood. Most of the night was spent in a car listening to 'George' describe to me, in detail, the sexual positions he's managed to hit with some friend of 'Erin's' and I ask him to stop but he doesn't seem to want to. The streets of Los Angeles were unusually quite and I watched maids wait for busses to go to East Los Angeles apartments and their faces made me sad and I wondered why I was so lucky and I ask 'George' and he can't comprehend what I'm talking about. This morning is spent writing all I can so I my Agent doesn't forget I exist and stops returning my calls. While sitting outside, by my pool, the reds of a sunset remind me of home again and I make a last second decision. I buy a ticket back home. I call my Mom and she sounds tired at first, but I can almost feel her warmth as she recognizes my voice and my Dad is still at work and for fifteen minutes I'm twelve again. I swim a few laps and try to call old friends again but no one picks up and I wonder who I'll run into back home. 'George' calls and tells me that 'Chris' knows of a girl who's partying at Chateau Marmont so we decide to go there tonight and I need a haircut but I have a really cool Hilfiger beenie so I'll wait and I start to drink a Corona and watch the sun dip into the horizon. The Vegas girl emails me and tells me she wants to see me soon and I remind myself I'll see her in a few weeks and I forgot to call the Script Girl but I'll call her while I'm in New Orleans and for some reason I think of the Texas girl and remember how fun she was. She had an unforgettable smile, is what I remember. I took that night for granted, is what I think. I should have gotten her number, is what I wish. As I get off the internet I get a call from 'Erin'. I stare at her name on my cell phone as it blinks and then fades. 'one new message'. I turn my phone off and stare out into the horizon out my window and wonder why I'm up here and someone is waiting for a bus home somewhere after doing someone else's chores. I want to be home right now. . .my life seems out of balance.