Dispatches From The Roof
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
On a recent Saturday evening, in need of fresh Los Angeles air, I found myself on a friend’s Hollywood rooftop, enjoying the view, the fruit, the vine, and surveying the vast Scientology real estate holdings along the not grand boulevard. A thick man sashayed back to his chair, at which point I noticed his t-shirt (a ubiquitous article of clothing on the west coast, the t-shirt is rarely blank out here…[and I’ll leave that door wide open for you to enter] ).
“Hey, what’s up with the Dachau t-shirt?” I asked him, lightheartedly, because on his green background was in fact a white barbed wire pattern, repeating itself past his ample navel.
“Oh, no…Look!” he countered with enthusiasm. “It has barbed wire on it. See?”
As I said, I’ll leave the blank door open for you. It’s what I get for asking.