a perfect image of a feast

what a meal only
beaujolais, herb butter, rissoto, cannaloni and a frigging tiramisu
oh my goodness! I am drunk on food
smashed on it
quite a killer to come and work and all plans of the many stories to finish up have not happened as i have to trot out again to meet japanese designer over cocktails
i am so living the life
then there is club opening
ooops should have booked tickets for driver ashok for return
hyderabad would be fun
i know
even if it isnt it is alright
it's alright ma i am only bleeding
the poor reporter who dared to ask dylan about how many protest singers were there
136 or 142?
i would never want to be that reporter
it was so hot so hot
now it looks cloudy
damn i have so much to do and only so many frigging hours in a day
suddenly they stumble on the black dahlia
i mean i was not expecting it
i know the book is called the black dahlia and it is about elizabeth short's murder but i somehow got all involved in lee and the other guy and the kay and forgot all about the dahlia and then suddenly to have it pop out so totally freaked me out
i wonder how de palma would do it as a film
i guess in the film the dahlia would make an appearance sooner rather than later
but this had that crazy totally unexpected thingie that socks you right between the eyes
like that
like john travolta dying bang in the middle or is it the end of pulp fiction?
quite freaky that ellroy's mum was murdered when he was 10 and so he would obsess abt the dahlia