Before

I have been to this sunken corner before.  I have sat on this tufted couch and watched the elevated world outside the window walk by as if on stage, faceless bodies walking this West Hollywood sidewalk.   This trip there will be no time to relax.  Instead, there will be a visit to comfort a sick friend, a lunch with a photographic co-conspirator, and a meeting where  I will don the clothes of my old life and speak the language of those days.  No, there won't be the time like before.

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