Thirty years ago today
Just after midnight on Saturday, Mike Copping came in through my window while I was sleeping on the couch. After I shook the fuzz out of my head, we went downtown in his car to check out the hookers. We had coffee at Jarvis and Wellesley and wrote a crazy letter to his sister Maureen. We were out until almost 3:00 and once we were back at my place Mike went to sleep fairly soon.
Nancy called later in the morning to cancel our plan to check out lawn sales because it was raining.
I took a collage downtown to be copied. I was almost broke again.
I’d cleaned up the bathroom.
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