Thirty years ago today
I
worked in the boring yard again, but at least I got to unload a truck.
Ibrahim
came by after I got home. He was mad at me because he’d heard that I’d
suggested to someone that he might be in jail. He had come to take back his stereo
but decided to come back the next day. He wasn’t mad at me when he left.
Nancy
came in fairly late and told me that she’d quit the job she’d just started the
day before. She’d made me a copy and one for herself of the collage I’d made so
I could give it to Brenda if she shows up on Thursday. I hung up Nancy’s copy.
I
felt too sick to make love but I felt that Nancy wanted to.
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