Leaving yoga at Runyon this morning, I saw an old roommate I lived with during that year in Silverlake on Micheltorena, the one who I had nothing in common with. She was an assistant to an agent and was rarely at home and would rarely feed her cat, so I adopted it. She lived on a diet consisting of beer and diet pills. One day, she yelled at a homeless guy, prompting me to move out.
And I realized that I hadn't thought about this girl in years. Maybe four or five. Isn't it strange how some people disappear and they really disappear? And others fade away slowly, as though they are reluctant-to-leave tenants of your mind. I did think about the cat, though from time to time. I hope it is still alive.
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