Friday, 22 February 2013

Adventure is worthwhile in itself. (Amelia Earnhart)

Tommy failed a psychiatric assessment and had to spend two weeks in a hospital. I didn't like that, not one bit, because (a) I had to run our meth operation alone while he was away; (b) I didn't know how strong he was, which left all our secrets up for grabs to the therapist with the best interrogative skills.
I evicted an actress two months late on her rent so Tommy could move into his own apartment (as his was devoted to meth production – the original meth apartment). I covered the cost, though the days when he couldn't make rent were long gone. I wanted to make peace with him and I wanted our relationship to be clear. It was business.
The day Tommy returned, I started taking flying lessons. I didn't get up in the air that day but I took the first step toward getting there. Flying became my life. It was all I could think about. I read biographies of pilots, I didn't care if they were fighter pilots or commercial pilots; it was all interesting. I read magazines about airplanes and flying. I spent more time than I had to at the airport. On top of that I, of course, studied my instructive materials feverishly.
After a couple months I could have engineered a plane. At Hundred Parties I would do the rounds and talk to the required people then I would scurry away to my room. I would sit on my balcony, which was jutting off the building as if it were trying to escape from the party. Under my new lamp, I would read and study.
I became obsessed with Amelia Earnhart. I was always impressed with a woman who wasn't afraid of greatness. There is something about a great woman that is so much better than a great man. There is more adversity in a woman’s achievement and that makes the greatness greater.

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