because I want to see people and I want to see life

Last night Greg insisted that women on the Westside (west-side? West side? westside?) are no longer going crazy with the Botox and that "filler stuff."

Really, they're not.

Except for the lips. He conceded that the lips were still looking too plump.

He says what's happening is that they are forgoing all that plastic surgery and injection stuff. What they're doing is turning themselves into professional athletes.

That's what Greg says.

He also says they "Look Amazing."

I let him know that my next Botox appointment was in two weeks.

I love Greg like I love almost anything that sits in outside and rusts and patinas. That's how much.

And I realized last night that I've known Greg longer than anyone I still know. It's true. It's been since I was eighteen and had a fake i.d. and went and saw his band play at Berkeley Square.

That's how long.

It's a big jump from a gig at a smelly club to a mansion in Brentwood. (That would be his mansion, not mine.) A big jump and a lot of years.

Oh my god, yesterday something terrible happened in my non-mansion and the suddenly there was water everywhere where it shouldn't be. Plumbers on the weekend are expensive. I showered at the gym.

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