Thirty years ago today
On Tuesday morning as I was getting ready for work I couldn’t find the bag with my writing book and pen. I assumed I’d left it somewhere at Angeline’s place. I worked just the morning and then I called Angeline but couldn’t reach her. Later when I went to Mudds Cabaret to host the Orgasmic Alphabet Orgy writers open stage, Angeline didn’t show up. It was a musical night and a good female singer-songwriter was there. About ten or more people came.
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