January 25 1996 Los Angeles

It is the beginning of my second week of living here. Hsin-Dan has spent most of this afternoon askme me
what is "Mall-i-boo" like and what does double digited mean as she reads through personal ads.

Be interesting to date some guy in a wheelchair. Just to talk to him and what he has been through. Hsin-Dan is bored because we can't find any strip clubs to make money at. In New York at Harmony we could clear $500 in a couple hours no problem. But the no-touching rules here move the prostitution links so far away we are afraid to touch because of them.

Her boredom is catching. I'm drinking skim-milk weakend hot chocolate adn coffee to amuse myself and reflecting upon re-manufacturing my identity.

When I am with Max's friends, who use strippers as entertainment, I say nothing about it. When Hsin and I are together we can't wait to work again somewhere fun.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH CAPITALISM. There is a seminar tonight at 7:30 pm on West Pico Blvd. I don't have a car so I will dissect an article instead and then stick it to the wall with band-aids.


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Last night Hsin and I went out to The Dresdan and a tall guy who was pretty creepy looking dropped a note on my booth table and then moved to the other side of room and stared at me.

The note said: You are so beautiful.
That's it. As soon as he had seen I read it he left. I put it in my pocket and Hsin-Dan and I continued to giggle at Mary and Elaine, the crappy jazz performers. Plus she flirted with the bar tender.