Random Scrap:
When with cash Barry liked to just give me a pile of money and make it count. We sat in his car in front of the bus stop at Pico Bouelvard waiting for the bus. I saw the bus coming in but I let it pass as I did enjoy speding time with him. Sometimes he would give me a ride all the way to Santa Monica. I would drive and Barry would take his guitar making up words on spot as other cars were passing us by. I would love to say we were driving towards the sunset but usually those were late hours. Once Em ran to my room screaming that there was a stalker outside the apartment and she was going to call the police. I looked through the window only to see that Barry never took off. He fell asleep behind the wheel while the car was running. His movies were not just of mice but also of a sleeping guy behind the counter at gas station. He would talk to trash cans. He captured those scenes on his small [HDI] video recorder. People came and went but I stayed. Out of desperation. Out of enjoyment.