Part 11
the Lot
The movie continues. Runnin free in the town of La Jolla in the late 70s with your limitation
being your imagination. You don't need money because your parents have it, or if they have spent it,
your friends have it, or if they have spent it, their parents still have it. Or if none of the foregoing
is accurate, you as a Native of La Jolla know how to sneak into every club, bar, restaraunt
of this beach town and charm the waitress or maitre d' or owneress to partake of the festivities.
Beach Club--no problem as you were raised there as a child and first learned to dance, dine
and frick along her Shore. Country Club--you snuck on the 2nd tee when you were eleven
and played the rest of the 17 holes under the auspices of the Club Pro, who happened
to be the father of one of your surfing buddies.
The only thing you have to worry about is living past 30, because then you can clean up yourself,
making yourself presentable to the grandparents who hold the strings to the trust.
Del Mar opens the season and Bruce and Mark LeStrange head to the track to give it a run for their money.
They start out in the Turf Club and work their way down to the Rail, increasing
the size of their bets as they decrease their distance from the Track.
the horses are running at Del Mar
to enjoy themselves 24/7. You want something, anything, you can find it there.
The wall along Neptune Place, across from the Lot, would harbor dozens of denizens
on a hot sunny afternoon, sitting with their drink, waving at friends, chatting up
the pedestrians, and just gossiping amongst themselves about anything and everything.
the wall at Windansea, now demolished, where scores would gather
good crowd on the day of Chris O'Rourke's wake
Bruce leaps in joy for the winnings
parking in the red for Chris's wake
the usual drinking crowd in the evening
They sipped some beers and discussed what to do with their money that night. So many
possibilities . . . . . . . .
Bruce and Mark celebrate the money
of the World then go do your thing for the evening and come back the next day:
and resolve those same problems--those frisky problems that keep recurring.
They see a San Diego Police car parked along the side of the street. The officer
has exited his vehicle to give someone a ticket for something: dog off leash, parked in the red,
public intoxication, no pants Lance or no top Terry: just something rude, crude, or lewd.
So Bruce decides to play the prankster and pop the tire stems from the cop car.
Michael glad hands Bruce on the way to the cop car
the air out of the tire stem
run, baby, run!
faster
I said run!
the horses come round the bend
running so fast his feet fall out from under him
Ro watches the action
up against the wall
incarcerated in the police car
in the back seat for a ride downtown. He can only look through the window of the squad car
and watch other surfers ride waves that he could be enjoying.
Oh well: do the Crime, do the Time.
waves coming in, sans our hero
surf picks up as Bruce can only watch
TO BE CONTINUED
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