Tuesday, October 18, 2005
CLINT SEARCH UPDATE...
As many now know, Borden did not, in fact, turn out to be the Clint that I met on the street, disputing Tippy’s theory in the “trinity,” where all three Clint’s (“street Clint,” “camera Clint,” and “auto shop Clint” were one in the same). However, I spent a very nice night with Borden, who asked me if he could be the movie. I told him, “Oh course, you already are.” I don’t yet know what his full role in this story will be. I suppose that will come later. But it is IMPERATIVE that we find the right Clint.
However, we believe, almost beyond a shadow of a doubt that “street Clint” and “auto shop Clint” are the same person. And it is simply just a matter of time before Clint returns to Carter’s shop. The waiting is frustrating, but it seems like the thing we have to do right now.
On Friday night, Beth and I were still wondering about this whole Borden situation. Clearly, physically, this man does not meet the description of the Clint I met…nor does he meet the description of the “Clint” Thomas described to us that night. Which led us to wonder: when Thomas said the name “Borden” did Beth hear him wrong? I will admit: I never heard the name at all. I didn’t hear what he said. But then she repeated “Borden” and that’s what I heard. But we must take into account that Thomas has a very thick Norwegian accent. And another name could easily sound like “Borden,” with such an accent. Beth latched onto the name “Borden” because it’s a name familiar to this story. However, we met Borden and he looks nothing like the man Thomas described and nothing like the Clint I met. Not only that, but Borden doesn’t know Thomas and has never been to the shop before. The “Clint” Thomas described had been to his shop frequently in the past, though he hadn’t seen him in over a year he thought. Also, Borden lives on the southeast side of Lankershim. And Thomas said the Clint he knew lived on the other side…and he pointed to the northwest…that would be closer to the Sherman Oaks/Van Nuys area where we think our Clint is located anyway.
Is it possible that Beth heard Thomas wrong? Something that sounded like “Borden” could easily be: Morgan, Borgen, Boren…with a thick accent…
So, we decided to look into this…and lo and behold, in the area there is Clint Borgen, a Clint Boren, and a Clint Born, as well as a Clint Morgan (but he lives much further north). Clint J. Borgen is about 29 years old. His name is identical to Clint J. Borden’s, with the exception of one letter. His last known address is in Riverside, but that was about 7 or 8 years ago. This could easily be a man who lived in Riverside when he first moved here, moved to Van Nuys a few years later, met Mike, and started running around with him, doing deals and occasionally fixing cars at Carter’s about 4 years ago, which is when Carter originally remembers meeting him. However, I don’t know how to locate this man since the listing is so old.
So, we decided to drive down to the Black Broom again on Saturday and see if I could ask Thomas some more questions about this Clint he knows. I was going to tell him that I had met Borden and he was not the right guy, nor did he seem to be the one that Thomas had described. But maybe Thomas would correct us with a different name. Maybe he would have more information. But when we got to the shop on Saturday afternoon, it was closed. The store had apparently been vandalized and the front of it was all boarded up. There was nothing wrong with the store on Thursday when Beth and Kent drove by it; this must have happened in the last day or so. So, now there is no way to talk to Thomas about the situation. I went home and emailed him, but he hasn’t responded back to me…likely, due to the fact that he is probably dealing with all kinds of shit related to the vandalism of his store.
So, once again, when we are very close to having information of any kind, it slips away at the last moment. Just when we are about to have the crucial information that we need, it slips away…like the day in March when my letter finally went down to Carter’s but yet the day before was the last day that Clint was seen in the shop…or when Rachel was in contact with Bill from Tennessee and it seemed like we were just moments away from locating someone who knew Clint’s phone number or address here and then all of a sudden, Bill moved without a trace and no one has any idea where he’s gone…or now this…where Thomas may very well know the man we are looking for and have crucial information for us, but the shop is broken into and now I can’t get a hold of him…
Yesterday, while I was at the garage, I mentioned all of this to Carter. I told him: “I do all of this searching and follow all of these leads because I have to…because it’s all I can do right now. Otherwise, I would sit in my house and go mad because we go so many days with absolutely no news. I follow them because it makes me feel that at least I’m doing something and it keeps me busy. But I have this feeling that none of my searching and research will actually find him. He will be found the day he gets off his ass and saunters down to your shop.”
And Carter agreed. He said, “It will be just like him. He’ll just wander in here one afternoon like nothing’s happened. Like he hasn’t been gone for 7 months. And I’ll say, ‘Clint, where in the hell have you been?’ and he’ll say, ‘Oh, I don’t know…doing stuff…around…’ And it will be just like Clint.”
This makes me think that this is not that unusual for Clint. Yes, maybe it has been an extra-long time that he has been missing this time, but he does this. And he returns as though nothing has happened.
At this point, I begin to think that maybe there is some kind of “timing” to all of this that I simply have not been able to figure out. Because up until this point, all of my efforts to locate this man (other than actually finding Carter’s garage) have been thwarted. So, I suppose I must resign my self to the Law of Timing. I say that now…I know…tomorrow, I may be going out of my mind again…
But I think to myself…I think back to the very beginning of this story when I laid eyes on him on that street corner and he smiled at me…and his face is burned forever in my mind…and I remember as I walked away (for unexplainable reasons), I KNEW that I would see him again…I KNEW with every bit of my soul that I would see that man again…and so I told myself it would be okay…little did I know that it would be close to a year later and I would still be sitting here writing these same damn words…but I KNEW it then and I suppose there is nothing that should prevent me from KNOWING it now…I will see this man again…just please let it be soon…
As many now know, Borden did not, in fact, turn out to be the Clint that I met on the street, disputing Tippy’s theory in the “trinity,” where all three Clint’s (“street Clint,” “camera Clint,” and “auto shop Clint” were one in the same). However, I spent a very nice night with Borden, who asked me if he could be the movie. I told him, “Oh course, you already are.” I don’t yet know what his full role in this story will be. I suppose that will come later. But it is IMPERATIVE that we find the right Clint.
However, we believe, almost beyond a shadow of a doubt that “street Clint” and “auto shop Clint” are the same person. And it is simply just a matter of time before Clint returns to Carter’s shop. The waiting is frustrating, but it seems like the thing we have to do right now.
On Friday night, Beth and I were still wondering about this whole Borden situation. Clearly, physically, this man does not meet the description of the Clint I met…nor does he meet the description of the “Clint” Thomas described to us that night. Which led us to wonder: when Thomas said the name “Borden” did Beth hear him wrong? I will admit: I never heard the name at all. I didn’t hear what he said. But then she repeated “Borden” and that’s what I heard. But we must take into account that Thomas has a very thick Norwegian accent. And another name could easily sound like “Borden,” with such an accent. Beth latched onto the name “Borden” because it’s a name familiar to this story. However, we met Borden and he looks nothing like the man Thomas described and nothing like the Clint I met. Not only that, but Borden doesn’t know Thomas and has never been to the shop before. The “Clint” Thomas described had been to his shop frequently in the past, though he hadn’t seen him in over a year he thought. Also, Borden lives on the southeast side of Lankershim. And Thomas said the Clint he knew lived on the other side…and he pointed to the northwest…that would be closer to the Sherman Oaks/Van Nuys area where we think our Clint is located anyway.
Is it possible that Beth heard Thomas wrong? Something that sounded like “Borden” could easily be: Morgan, Borgen, Boren…with a thick accent…
So, we decided to look into this…and lo and behold, in the area there is Clint Borgen, a Clint Boren, and a Clint Born, as well as a Clint Morgan (but he lives much further north). Clint J. Borgen is about 29 years old. His name is identical to Clint J. Borden’s, with the exception of one letter. His last known address is in Riverside, but that was about 7 or 8 years ago. This could easily be a man who lived in Riverside when he first moved here, moved to Van Nuys a few years later, met Mike, and started running around with him, doing deals and occasionally fixing cars at Carter’s about 4 years ago, which is when Carter originally remembers meeting him. However, I don’t know how to locate this man since the listing is so old.
So, we decided to drive down to the Black Broom again on Saturday and see if I could ask Thomas some more questions about this Clint he knows. I was going to tell him that I had met Borden and he was not the right guy, nor did he seem to be the one that Thomas had described. But maybe Thomas would correct us with a different name. Maybe he would have more information. But when we got to the shop on Saturday afternoon, it was closed. The store had apparently been vandalized and the front of it was all boarded up. There was nothing wrong with the store on Thursday when Beth and Kent drove by it; this must have happened in the last day or so. So, now there is no way to talk to Thomas about the situation. I went home and emailed him, but he hasn’t responded back to me…likely, due to the fact that he is probably dealing with all kinds of shit related to the vandalism of his store.
So, once again, when we are very close to having information of any kind, it slips away at the last moment. Just when we are about to have the crucial information that we need, it slips away…like the day in March when my letter finally went down to Carter’s but yet the day before was the last day that Clint was seen in the shop…or when Rachel was in contact with Bill from Tennessee and it seemed like we were just moments away from locating someone who knew Clint’s phone number or address here and then all of a sudden, Bill moved without a trace and no one has any idea where he’s gone…or now this…where Thomas may very well know the man we are looking for and have crucial information for us, but the shop is broken into and now I can’t get a hold of him…
Yesterday, while I was at the garage, I mentioned all of this to Carter. I told him: “I do all of this searching and follow all of these leads because I have to…because it’s all I can do right now. Otherwise, I would sit in my house and go mad because we go so many days with absolutely no news. I follow them because it makes me feel that at least I’m doing something and it keeps me busy. But I have this feeling that none of my searching and research will actually find him. He will be found the day he gets off his ass and saunters down to your shop.”
And Carter agreed. He said, “It will be just like him. He’ll just wander in here one afternoon like nothing’s happened. Like he hasn’t been gone for 7 months. And I’ll say, ‘Clint, where in the hell have you been?’ and he’ll say, ‘Oh, I don’t know…doing stuff…around…’ And it will be just like Clint.”
This makes me think that this is not that unusual for Clint. Yes, maybe it has been an extra-long time that he has been missing this time, but he does this. And he returns as though nothing has happened.
At this point, I begin to think that maybe there is some kind of “timing” to all of this that I simply have not been able to figure out. Because up until this point, all of my efforts to locate this man (other than actually finding Carter’s garage) have been thwarted. So, I suppose I must resign my self to the Law of Timing. I say that now…I know…tomorrow, I may be going out of my mind again…
But I think to myself…I think back to the very beginning of this story when I laid eyes on him on that street corner and he smiled at me…and his face is burned forever in my mind…and I remember as I walked away (for unexplainable reasons), I KNEW that I would see him again…I KNEW with every bit of my soul that I would see that man again…and so I told myself it would be okay…little did I know that it would be close to a year later and I would still be sitting here writing these same damn words…but I KNEW it then and I suppose there is nothing that should prevent me from KNOWING it now…I will see this man again…just please let it be soon…
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