Re: Rachel's Place II

The phone just rang, and it did this morning, too, where nobody was
there. Well, the first one, I answered on the cordless, and it was
like there was no connection, I can't describe what it was exactly,
but it was enough of a sense of a connection that I said hello three
times (sometimes my father calls and he can't hear, because of the
connection, so I'm rather patient). But it wasn't like there was a
hang up, or like there was a connection, maybe, it was hard to tell,
and then I gave up. Just now, it rang one and a half times and when I
picked it up, it's like the connection died as I was picking it up,
not like a hang up, I'm doing my best to describe it. This was on the
regular corded phone.

Anyway, I'm just thinking about how I put my number up there, and
actually, I'm really happy, because I don't like the idea of hiding,
like growing up, my mother always kept us out of the phone book, and I
never really understood why, it has to do with her growing up with
communist parents, she was a red-diaper baby, and all the secrecy and
persecution and whatever else that rubbed off on her, and her
siblings, as well.

So I love it. Everybody knows. I am Rachel Ben-Levi, and I live in
West Hollywood, and my number is available, the reason I put it there
was to give to Bob Dylan, for him to call me.

But now it's also like it's public, like respecting the system, and
putting yourself in the phone book. I like it. I mean, if people keep
calling me and hanging up, I'll have to change it, but I would really
hope nobody would do that. I mean, I don't *think* I am a bad person,
I mean, I don't see why anyone would want to persecute me, to stalk
me, or anything like that. I mean, maybe there are some unbalanced
people out there who would, but it's hard to imagine there is a group,
an organized group that is against me.

Ok, I made a very mean comment about Christianity.

Hmm...I'm just sitting here thinking...I'm just f*cking sitting
here....staring at the wall, looking at a picture of Bob Dylan, 53230.

I don't know what to say.

Sometimes I feel differently. That's certainly true.

I think it's just my mood. Seriously. I attribute how I think and feel
to moods.

I would just wish and hope that I could have a life with Bob, without
moods, that had a purpose, a reason, a meaning. I mean, I don't even
know what. Like with him touring? Just the two of us at home and homes
and traveling and sharing the physical world? being Jewish and having
a family? (i don't think so). I don't know.

And it's all up to Bob. (sounds mean, saying his name like that). I
was thinking, maybe I should say Mr. Dylan. That sounds too formal
now. What is my problem with his NAME? It has to do with he is Bob
Dylan, and that wasn't really just a person.




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