Max writes in Los Angeles 1996

(written in handwriting in my journal)

I feel like telling the guy who plays Elton John to give up the pianer for a moment. I should just buy a guitar so I don't have to wait to play music. Chantelle's suggested that I sing which makes me feel nervous. It makes us whites "better to sympathize with the plight of WWII jews." We're sitting in the ONyx which is infinitely more coller than anything in Toronto which is fairly pathetic. Chantelle's is seeing me as a little kid as I write in the style which has slipped through the system. I feel closer to you through the conversastion of the night. I want you to be completely honest about Victor. My confidence in your love of me is increasing and likewise in my trust of myself. This feels awkward for me. I feel a certain pressure to be eloquent and witty. Oh well guess we won't be waiting any longer.

The frustration continues and my only solice is the thought of Beavis and Butthead Winebego guys expression when he calls every McDonald's in Los Angeles.