In A Cowboy’s Heart, Harris played a gunslinger searching for his kidnapped, mortally ill lover. One scene in particular still sticks in my mind. I remember seeing him in movies fifteen years ago, when I was a boy in Wisconsin and he was at his peak. Harris Love was once an actor of little talent and devastating good looks named Harris Prescott. Now Frankie wants me to try the real thing. Colleen, the instructor, wears a microphone and a sporty ponytail and has never once mentioned chakras.īut that’s gym yoga. I’m good at it, too: eight years of childhood gymnastics have left me flexible. I find the stretching helps me with my weight lifting. She seems to find it a charming idiosyncrasy.įrankie’s also the one who persuaded me to take Harris Love’s class. She’s a vegan and an essential oil enthusiast and an acid trip diarist, but at least around her I feel comfortable being up front about my contempt for all things alternative. She and I share a two-bedroom dump in Los Feliz and are both trying to make it in show business, she as a singer-songwriter, I as a model-actor. My roommate Frankie’s the one who first told me about the fast. But I’m tired of drinking the prescribed mixture of juices, I think I’m losing muscle mass, and I feel lightheaded from lack of food. It’s day nine, though, and the catharsis still hasn’t arrived. I find the prospect of such a satisfying shit captivating. “I had no idea there was something so disgusting living inside me.” That’s what really got me. One girl I know even claimed she excreted a black, writhing, wormlike creature. The detritus of the colon at last set free. I heard enthusiastic reports about this particular plan’s cleansing effects from several acquaintances, all of whom offered detailed descriptions of the dramatic shits it produced. Whenever someone starts talking to me about rebirthing or meditation or astrology, I feel this childish urge to giggle, and I have to stare at the floor in order to fight it back.įasting, at least, seems to have some basis in science. That’s one thing that tends to set me apart from other people in Los Angeles. I don’t generally buy into anything that smacks of New Ageism. But then again, I had doubts about it from the beginning.
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