Estate Records (Exerpt from my memoir #14)

The young men saw that they had become the center of attention and ran down the street to the end of the block and around the corner.  I took a moment to process what had just happened.  My heart was beating fast and I waited for it to slow back down.  I cautiously walked down University Avenue to the bus stop, making sure they were no longer following me and rode the bus to work.

As I made my way across the wooden floor of my apartment living room to the kitchen the phone rang.  It was Scotty inviting me out to the Rendevouz to see a band.    I hadn’t been to a live show in a while and thought it sounded fun.  I told him i would meet him there and hung up the phone.

The Rendevouz had been around for quite some time and the interior was reminiscent of the 1950’s or early 1960’s. I saw some friends sitting in a booth and went to join them. Scotty and Debbie showed up. They walked across the room and stood in front of out booth.  A woman sitting across from me moved over to make room for them and they sat down.  I was expecting Scotty to sit next to me and was wondering what was going on.  He did not look at me, focusing his attention on Debbie instead.  I started to get a bad feeling and my stomach began to ache.  Scotty left the table without saying a word to me.  Debbie sat across from me and avoided looking at me.  The woman sitting next to her told me Debbie was seeing Scotty now in a snarky tone.  I looked at Debbie and she stared back, taking a drag off of her cigarette without saying anything.  I got up from the table and headed to the front of the bar. I asked a bartender in a purple velvet blazer to call me a cab.  He shook his head in agreement and I walked out the front door and onto the sidewalk to wait for the cab.  It was cold and although I had the leather jacket on I shook from the chill.  A few moments later Scotty came out of the door.  He told me to come back in.  I shook my head no and told him I was going home.  He told me to suit myself and walked back into the club.  The cab showed up and the driver got out to open the door for me.  Tears were streaming down my face as I got in and shut the door.  The driver returned to his seat.  “Whomever you are crying over isn’t worth it,” he said in a fatherly tone.



It was late as I sipped the last of my beer at the Comet.  Closing Time was playing out of the speakers indicating the bar was about to close.  Some friends invited me to an after hours party downtown. Since Scotty and I were no longer seeing each other I was up for some socializing. The after hours party was located in a loft across the street from the Moore Theater downtown. It was mosestly furnished and looked like someones art studio.  I had just arrived when a tall man in torn jeans told me he had seen me somewhere before. I looked at him but could not place him. He stood in front of a record player and grabbed a sleeve from a stack of records.  I saw that he was going to put on Nirvana’s Bleach album. I was so tired of hearing it.  I thought it was good but Scotty played it nonstop, I told him I was sick of Nirvana. He put the Bleach album down and asked me what I would like to hear. After rummaging through a pile of albums I handed him Hanoi Rocks. He put the music on and left the room. I mingled with people for a while and then the tall man came up to me again. He told me he played in a band. I asked him what band he played for and he told me Nirvana.


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I am a freelance writer and artist living in southern California.

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