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The day Geo died, I came home and found this note
propped up in front of my computer screen. George had left it for me
before he went to the hospital.
on with Geo: I was Spot’s channeler and scribe; Geo was his
Spot Geo’s note, he agreed that his own book would have
A Cute Meet
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“Sally, George—
George, Sally . . .
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“FUCK YOU!”
at the crowd. Figuring that out is half the battle,
I think, trying to convince myself that the glass
is “half full.” Or is it the bottle? I ask myself,
nervously eying my wine glass, which was
getting low.
After the show, I go backstage. How’d I get
backstage? I walked. I unhooked Spot’s leash at the back entrance, then together we
walked down the outer aisle, through a door behind the curtain, past topless, half-
naked women from the show before his in the hallway (where I realize they share the
same dressing room), and nobody stopped me. Either security was lax that day—this
was before 9/11—or Spot and I just looked like we belonged.
Backstage, in the dressing room, sitting on a bar stool, is the handsome,
charming, and friendly George Carlin, sipping a Diet Coke. When I enter the room,
he looks up at me and says,
“Hey, there’s
Spot’s Mom!”
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CHAPTER 2
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So . . . four months later, Geo calls and we make plans for our first date.
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