Photo of me and son in our 'temporary' Van Nuys manager's apartment.1980
We had lost the Hollywood apartment managing position, rent money missing; I was dimly dumbfounded and soaked with denial (is that duality?). We briefly lived with Susanna in Glendale; following in our footsteps, she just started ‘managing’ a small ten unit herself. She loved her beer and we loved sharing it with her. One night we all got drunk; Susanna, Philip, Sally and I and began to argue about what having ‘brains’ meant. Susanna told me in the heat of it…that I didn’t have ‘brains’ like she had ‘brains.’ Coming up to my face, holding a glass of beer and snarling… “Your just dumb Michael, no wonder your head is shaped like a bell…because you’re a DUMB-BELL!” I exploded, my temper was ever at it's worse when it came to my mother. Philip once threw a empty wine bottle at his mother gashing her head. His anger was just as virulent but they were pals in the drink....always. She lost her job there, moved somewhere and we moved to Van Nuys for a new hopeful position.
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