— Alex and I have never lived together, have never been roommates – and we have actually only been in one another’s actual living and breathing presence for maybe 3 weeks … mkay? And yet we have immediately settled into a comfortable roommate routine. We are almost OVER each other. It’s hilarious. Alex lies on the couch and watches TV. I boil a couple of eggs for a snack. Alex makes fun of me. There is a running joke about Wheat Thins. Basically, on Saturday night – after our crazy day – with the brakes dead and the dead body – we sit on the couch, and we talk. We open up. We share our thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams. It is a deep conversation. Alex goes to divulge something to me. “You know, Sheila – when my mother died -” I interrupt. “Can I have a Wheat Thin?” This completely stops the conversation – and Alex was like, “What the fuck is wrong with you? YES!” We now cannot stop laughing about the Wheat Thin moment and re-enact it, adding embellishments. “You know, when I was gang-banged at a truck stop –” “Can I have a Wheat Thin?”
— So Alex and I curl up on the couch, we watch television, and we pretty much do not move for the next 4 hours. This is literally why I came to LA.
— At around 7 pm, Bren calls – and invites himself over. We are so excited. Oh, that’s right: while I was hanging out with Bren and Cash, Alex went out and rented 6 DVDs – one of which was Grizzly Man. Bren hasn’t seen it either so the three of us are going to watch it. Fun!!! To see my brother twice in one day? What???? Have I died and gone to heaven?
