Saturday, December 5, 2009

john gilbert day

So granted, if my lazy ass doesn't fuck it up, tomorrow will a good day to go a John Gilbert hunting. This means, a trek to Tower Road to see if his Spanish style house is still there and then to Forest Lawn Glendale to see if I can find his grave... Er, final resting place. Let's try to make it sound so morbid. He's not dead, he's still very much alive.

The first time I drove up Tower Road, I couldn't see anything because the owners were doing some kind of remodeling and had fences and tarps all over everything. This possibly means that what was once a Spanish/Gothic hilltop residence could now be anything from Tudor style to a modern, dead-tech piece of shit. Roll the dice and take your pick. Who knows at this point? I guess one can't expect things to stay the same forever no matter nice it would be. Why should one place hold as much magic and meaning for another person? But how could you not feel it...

Tomorrow it is supposed to be damp again. Maybe even raining.If so, the day may be cause for reconsideration. There couldn't be anything less thrilling than headstone hunting in the pouring rain. Not to mention it fucks with my hair and makeup and I HATE that. Jack deserves some polish and a bouquet, don't you think? Am I the only motherfucker crazy enough to do that? Probably. Let's try it.

Let's take it back to how it used to be. Jack was the man. He was the slickest with the best moves and a smile to match. Perfect hair and jet black to match. Not to mention, he loved a party. And why wouldn't he? With the fame and the looks to match, what should he do? Sit at home and do a crossword puzzle? No way, man. He was busy loving and drinking with a fist fight or two in there just to keep from getting bored. Its a shame that he didn't live longer than he did. But as the old sentiment goes, I guess he didn't need to because he packed a lot of living into those 36 years of his. It still wasn't enough and it still doesn't make it fair. Maybe a rainy day would be the best way to remember Jack after all.