Thirty years ago today
Siva came home all dirty and
smelling like garbage after having been out all night.
It was another rough day of raking
leaves. I didn't like this job. It was very tiring, I hated the atmosphere and
I wasn't fond of the guys I had to work with either. On top of that I had to
work on Saturdays.
I stumbled home and ate the dhaal
puree that I'd made the day before, heavy on the curry.
Judy told me that she'd had her
abortion the day before.
I still hadn't seen Nancy.
My place was a mess because I was
too fatigued to clean it.
After taking a shower and writing in
my journal I conked right out and didn't get up until after midnight to get
ready for bed.
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