I drive Ashley
and Aussie Bob to the airport. Ethan
wanted to come, but I told him this was a best friend thing.
"Aren't I your best friend?" he says, a little wounded. "Sure you are,"
liar!, "But I've
know Ashley longer." Liar
liar liar liar.
I stare at the
road ahead. Ashley's
chortling about how easy it was to slough off so much of her stuff.
She sold a lot of her crappy college furniture to crappy college
students "Continuing the cycle," she says.
She's decided that everyone should be able to compress their life
so it can fit into three, okay four suitcases.
So you can pick up and go whenever you want.
She thinks it would make a lot of life's decisions easier,
knowing that wherever you went, whatever you wanted to buy, it would
have to fit in four suitcases. We're
shooting down south La Cienega, and she's not even looking out the back
window, no good-byes to the place she's spent the past three years at.
to the airport and have about an hour and a half before the
plane takes off. We
hunker down by CPK and order every gross thing on the menu. I can always count on Ashley to do things like eat really
bad-for-you food like cheesesticks and make no bones about
calories or cholesterol or
Aussie Bob are already pounding the beer, hell it's an
international flight, I would too, and I'm chomping away on the
pizza, and she looks at me for a second and say,s "I think
it would be when we got the chalk and drew the choo choo train
on the sidewalk. Remember?" And I look at her, of course I remember.
We got unbelievably trashed one night, and Ashley wakes
up all bright as a button the next morning and says we have to
get some chalk. So
we go to the 99 cent store and get some strange looking color
chalk and plop down outside my apartment and draw on the
sidewalk all day long.