Above is a photo of the last block on Washington Street that ends where the Venice Pier begins. In the 70s, every Friday and Saturday night young men whose girlfriends were knockouts, came here for a impromptu beauty contest. I do not know if this was going on when I met Rena in July of 10970. She was hiding in the dark doorway of one of these establishments at 3:00 A.M. in the morning. Her boyfriend had driven from Grand Island Nebraska to Los Angeles. I suspect he wanted to get his lover in the movies, or, perhaps, Playboy? Rena was waiting fore someone to come along – that she could trust.
After calling the Venice Muscle Men “fags” they chased him down the boardwalk, caught up with this Cornhusker, a mile away, and put him in the hospital. Rena saw the muscle guys return, and waited, and waited for her boyfriend. She spent all her money buying cokes until the bar closed at 2:00 A.M. She saw Michael and I walk by, and, the soon to be most highest paid artist in the world, the famous……’Rosamond’.
Rena watched me stop, while my sister continued to the end of the pier with her lover. Feeling left out, I looked down on the crashing waves, and asked;
“Where are you? The love of my life?”
I was calling to my new Muse because two days earlier I met with Marilyn for an hour, and she said we were through. She was my Twin Flame, a term I only learned about six months ago. Marilyn and I are dear friends today.
Rena watched the world famous artist to be, and future sister-in-law of the ex-wife of Thomas Pynchon, coming back her way. I walked twenty feet ahead. I was Christine’s teacher. She would give me credit for her amazing success. When she came at me from the dark doorway, I gasped. I looked, and could not catch my breath. Not but an arm’s length away, is the most beautiful face I have ever seen. I had to look away, if just to compose myself.
“Can I walk with you?” this apparition asked. I wanted to speak of the obvious, tell her there and then she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. This was the TRUTH! Who could believe it? Why me?!!!
“Of course! I was expecting you?” This is what came out of me.
“What do you mean by that?” This sea creature inquired, she scouring the interior of my soul in search of any foul hidden agendas.
“I was looking down on the waves, asking where she was, the love of my life! Don’t be afraid, I am a hopeless romantic.”
“Oh! Rena said. When Christine saw the painting I did of Rena two years later, she took up art.
When Christine Rosamond Benton came up to us, I introduced her to my family.
“Christine. This is…….?”
This fateful meeting took place at three in the morning. Michael would buy Christine her first art supplies. His brother was married to my younger sister. This is a creative family – event!
In six days, the first movie made from a Pynchon book, will premiere on the silver screen. ‘Inerent Vice’ takes place in Venice. It is about a PI who is visited by his beautiful ex. Consider the Playboy Beauty who drove West to get a contract with Ken Kesey to author her screenplay she had in mind. She was raised in the same town Rena was, Grand Island Nebraska. Consider the dangerous Alley Gang and Belle Burch, whom I asked to marry me so she could have these famous folks in her family tree, because, I am in need of a Bohemian Heir. This is the REAL Inherent Vice.
Last night I heard the Moody Blues perform this song on T.V. I heard it many time before, but, after learning about the Twin Flames, it was like hearing it for the first time. From what I gather from our recent communications, Rena has no appreciation for the incredible scene she starred in for 48 hours. Very wealthy men come from all over the world – for just a taste! I know Rena thinks no one noticed her, but, when you win the contest, it is gauche to look at Beauty directly. I had trouble – after she chose me.
In the contest held on this block, you saw the hottest women in L.A. There were blonde Aryan Couples with matching pure blue eyes. But, here come the Chicano dudes with the most stunning women you have ever seen.
I have to laugh! The palm trees, the tan surfer, the perfect sunsets, and the most Beautiful Woman in the world – who is you! And, somehow, this is what you came here for, and its all…… icky-pooh! Then, I happen along!
In hind sight, the Strong Men of Venice helped me become a legendary hero. Didn’t Hercules judge a beauty contest? We know Paris did. For years I have said this about Rena:
“Her beautiful face launched a thousand Rosamond prints.
It is coming back to me. Wings and the t-shirt store were once a bar. The door Rena came out of says “t-shirts” in red print.
Below is the photograph my sister took of me in 1973 in her studio. Rosamond’s images of beautiful women were found all over the world. I was going to be her first male subject. She wanted to make me famous, too. When I saw this photograph for the first time several years ago, I understood who Rena saw that night, a beautiful young man with pale blue eyes that she chose to save her. Rena has gold eyes. By the energy in our first kiss, I now know that she struggled to catch her breath.