9:12pm
I finished reading "Less Than Zero" earlier tonight. I thought a lot about Jared as the book came to an end. Then I jumped to thinking about Eddy and Rey and Joe and the fast crowd of Los Angeles, Hollywood, The Palisades.... It's a culture that feeds on youth. I see it all the time when I'm up there. And where do these boys go? Where do they grow up and find themselves? They don't. They die in hospital rooms and fast cars never looking quite as beautiful as that time they were high in that club... or drunk at that house party... or drunk and high all night, all weekend... all their adult lives.
I remember this guy, Charles, that was friends with Mark in Hollywood. He always had a group of young guys that I felt he "protected" in some ways. When I was younger, although I distrusted many of the older gay men I encountered, he was one that I had a different feel from. Will I be that adult to the next generation?