Tuesday, January 03, 2006
AN UNBROKEN CHAIN OF FAVORS
There is an unbroken chain of favors that lead from the first favor to the last one. And the last one is really only the first one in the next chain. Trishadee pointed all of this out to me the other day. One cool night last November, a man’s car broke down in West Hollywood. His name was Clint and he had no idea what chain he was about to start. He asked a favor of me as I was passing him on the street: “do you have an extra cigarette?” In the course of that conversation, he would compliment my beauty several times, but I would leave him that night on the street corner. Deliberate or accidental? It doesn’t really matter at this point. What does matter is that he would do me a grand favor. He would become my muse for the next 14 months. But I wanted to see him again. And I knew that I was meant to. Beth would then do me a favor. She would spend days and days calling all the auto shops in the valley until the fateful day, after going through hundreds of shops, she found a shop where they knew this young man named Clint. Carter’s Auto. Over time, we would come to learn that Clint wasn’t really a mechanic there. He only came there occasionally to do deals and that would be why he was so hard to track down. The shops owner, Mr. Carter, fell in love with the story and agreed to help put me in contact with the ever elusive Clint. Over time, I would do countless favors for Mr. Carter: bring him lunch at the shop, answer his phone for him, watch the shop when he went to deliver a car, bring treats and gifts for the shop dog Bucky, etc.). I spent months doing this while Carter and I waited for news on the whereabouts of Clint or his friends. Finally the friends showed up a few weeks ago. They needed a favor from Carter. They needed some papers notarized. Carter agreed to help them, in the back of his mind, knowing that they would in turn help him be put in contact with Clint. Carter’s girlfriend Anna works at the bank and so he asked her to do him a favor: could she have these papers notarized for his friends? They return for the papers at some point. Carter has a great deal for their friend Clint. It’s “the deal of a life time” and it “has his name written all over it.” In truth, there really is a car deal for Clint to work on and he would make a lot of money were he to restore this car. But we know what the “deal” really is: the “deal” is me. When the papers are passed over to Clint’s friends in the next week or two and Carter is put in contact with Clint, Carter then completes the final favor: passing over my letters to Clint. Once they are in his hands, he makes one simple phone call…and the chain begins again…
There is an unbroken chain of favors that lead from the first favor to the last one. And the last one is really only the first one in the next chain. Trishadee pointed all of this out to me the other day. One cool night last November, a man’s car broke down in West Hollywood. His name was Clint and he had no idea what chain he was about to start. He asked a favor of me as I was passing him on the street: “do you have an extra cigarette?” In the course of that conversation, he would compliment my beauty several times, but I would leave him that night on the street corner. Deliberate or accidental? It doesn’t really matter at this point. What does matter is that he would do me a grand favor. He would become my muse for the next 14 months. But I wanted to see him again. And I knew that I was meant to. Beth would then do me a favor. She would spend days and days calling all the auto shops in the valley until the fateful day, after going through hundreds of shops, she found a shop where they knew this young man named Clint. Carter’s Auto. Over time, we would come to learn that Clint wasn’t really a mechanic there. He only came there occasionally to do deals and that would be why he was so hard to track down. The shops owner, Mr. Carter, fell in love with the story and agreed to help put me in contact with the ever elusive Clint. Over time, I would do countless favors for Mr. Carter: bring him lunch at the shop, answer his phone for him, watch the shop when he went to deliver a car, bring treats and gifts for the shop dog Bucky, etc.). I spent months doing this while Carter and I waited for news on the whereabouts of Clint or his friends. Finally the friends showed up a few weeks ago. They needed a favor from Carter. They needed some papers notarized. Carter agreed to help them, in the back of his mind, knowing that they would in turn help him be put in contact with Clint. Carter’s girlfriend Anna works at the bank and so he asked her to do him a favor: could she have these papers notarized for his friends? They return for the papers at some point. Carter has a great deal for their friend Clint. It’s “the deal of a life time” and it “has his name written all over it.” In truth, there really is a car deal for Clint to work on and he would make a lot of money were he to restore this car. But we know what the “deal” really is: the “deal” is me. When the papers are passed over to Clint’s friends in the next week or two and Carter is put in contact with Clint, Carter then completes the final favor: passing over my letters to Clint. Once they are in his hands, he makes one simple phone call…and the chain begins again…
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