— 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?”<\/p>\n
— 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.<\/p>\n
— 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<\/i>. 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?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
— 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 … Continue reading