I spent my morning with Josh Alan Friedman. We’ve walked a similar career path. He’s ten years older than me. What he says about his life today, I figure that’s going to be me in a few years.
In 1986, Josh published his classic Tales of Times Square. I’ve never published a classic.
I just finished watching the movie Mad Max, an Australian classic.
I first saw it in the fall of 1988 at UCLA with Sung, a tall cute Asian girl who knew my roommate. She was a good Christian girl and she was majoring in the sciences. I was really taken by her.
I was an atheist at the time and free to act on my desires.
I asked her out to the Australian film festival playing at UCLA. She said yes.
We both liked Mad Max and then we walked a mile back to our dorm, Rieber Hall.
It was near 11 p.m. There was the scent of star jasmine in the air. It was October. Our conversation flowed easily. So much seemed possible. I figured I’d spent a lifetime on university campuses and I’d marry a great girl like Sung.
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