I came home from the studio last night ready to crawl under a rock and die. As I was shutting down I checked my email and found the letter from Monica. I was afraid I’d done serious damage to our relationship with my entry about her.
I printed my retraction and braced myself for a confrontation on the phone. I never would have slept last night if I hadn’t.
Her tone put me at ease immediately. We had a great talk. I hadn’t spoken with her since the early 90s.
The only thing she was really upset about was the remark about Bad Company being racist. Not a remark I would have made flippantly. Where did I hear that?
I didn’t realize the photographer that called me a wimpy white boy was Asian so it was an Asian girl at Faces that night after all.
I told Monica about my weird detour into skydiving and she told me about a crash she’d been in. She was flying over the
She sent several photos including her home in
She was attacked by a couple of young gangbangers. I can’t remember what she called them but it explained the drugged state they were in. They crushed her ankles and knees as she pleaded with them not to shoot her. She had to have plastic knees surgically implanted. She was amazed by how far the technology has come in re constructive surgery.
We talked about music and she’s got me worked up about finishing my CD.
The photo was taken a year ago by the same photographer I’ve been talking about. This was after they put her legs back together.