I knew from the instant I first looked into her eyes that sooner or later I would end up with “She’s Not There” playing on an endless tape loop inside of my head. Those eyes. They were softest and the coolest I had ever looked into.
I have never been accused of being the romantic type. My reputation as a seducer started following me around when I was in junior high school. But I was always careful. I never got anyone pregnant and I never passed along any sexually transmitted diseases. I tried with mixed success not to break any hearts.
Duke was a blur of parties. The Wharton M.B.A. was a precursor to a decent salary and very large bonus doing quant stuff at Morgan Stanley. Did I mention that I’m a math whiz? I guess it’s in the genes. My father taught astrophysics at Cal Tech until he quit to pursue his magical research. Now he lives in Thelema Squared, New Mexico with his twenty one year old mistress of the month.
My mother moved out when I was seven. By that time she had her fill of her husband’s serial infidelities. She was fluent in Tibetan and moved to Dharamsala to be close to the head of her lineage. She was born a Baptist and fled about as far as she could from that. It certainly makes sense to me.
Growing up in Los Angeles is not something I would recommend although I must admit that I did kind of enjoy it. And that is as much biographical information about my childhood as you need to know…
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