Last month I bought sunscreen at the Trader Joe’s in Silver Lake and the cashier was really pretty and cool so I gave her my phone number

The note on which my phone number was written began like this: “I got in your line on purpose. Maybe that’s stupid. I don’t know. I guess I don’t care if that’s stupid or not.”

I told her I was on my way to Griffith Park to see the observatory there and to pay my respects to James Dean by visiting his memorial and maybe smoking a cigarette nearby

At the end I wrote that I was going to die one day, and so would she, and so would every other worthless creature on this planet, and if we wanted to see each other again now was the time to do it—otherwise someday it would be too late

Tomorrow she is taking a bus from Los Angeles to Oakland

I am picking her up from the West Oakland station in the afternoon

And then I imagine we’re going to have a good old time wandering around this damn place

Hell, I think that’s absolutely incredible