Thirty years ago today
In
the morning I worked in the warehouse for Ministry of Government Services
charity sale. A lot of people came looking to get a discount on office
furniture by claiming to represent charitable organizations. One guy said he
was with the National Circus School of Canada.
The
rest of the day I fucked around working in the yard again, which I hate.
Nancy
was home when I got there.
Ibrahim
didn’t show up and so I finished listening to most of my albums.
Nancy
tried to fix the typewriter but made it worse.
We
made love. It didn’t hurt her very much anymore and so next time I wouldn’t
bother coming so quickly.
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