The New Sense

Sunday, August 18, 2002

B— had to go back to the casino. It doesn't work every time, apparently, and there are certain things he won't do so as not to draw attention to himself.
So I'm lying in the grass at the foot of the mountain, listening to the urban jungle rhythms of the tam-tams. I'm beginning to think that dad's right — that they are just hippie wannabe's. He says he saw the same thing back in 68 — the hangers-on become more numerous than the movement they're hanging onto. Still, at least they'll snap out of it in a couple of years and start doing 9 to 5 jobs. Dad's stuck in that world. Is he more 'real' because he's a genuine hippie who never gave in and became part of the system? Or is he just trapped by the 'youthful rebellion' gene that gets activated at adolescence in most people?
Meeting up with Kelly and John at Healthville in an hour. He's a veggie, it turns out. Probably his way of rebelling. Kelly's so into him she's stopped eating meat when they're together.

Later now. B— joined us at Healthville. Whispered to me that he's got over $5,000 in his pocket. He's got quite a talent, my boyfriend. Wow, that looks weird, writing the word boyfriend. I guess because of what's been going on I haven't felt like a normal couple till now.
John is a nice guy. And he seems to genuinely appreciate Kelly, with all her neuroses. I've never seen her so unguarded with a guy. It's cool. And I know that Kelly's in love with him because he never shaves and she doesn't care. She always hated kissing unshaven guys! He got on really well with B— too. I just realised what that was — it was a double date! Oh, B— is coming back from the shower. Time for a bit of fun!

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