5-15 Th 7:46 PM
Now the Rockets are coming back on the Sonics. Mike's on the couch looking for a job. The Room to Write book says to remember--Oh, who cares what it says, but it makes me think of the Sears sign on top of the store at the Cerritos Mall, giant red letters up there. I'd passed them before not realizing what they said. One night, I realized I could read with no teacher around. That's the first word I remember reading.
Another story is that when we were little and misbehaving my mother would say she was going to take us to the orphanage. She would get on the phone and say, Alright I'm calling the orphanage. That worked for a little while. We would cry and beg her not to call the orphanage. Then one day she actually drove us to a big white building and told us it was the orphanage and my brother and I wailed and pleaded with her that we would be good, please don't take us to the orphanage. We drove past that building often. You could see it from the 91 freeway. About halfway through kindergarten one day, I looked out at the white building that was the orphanage and read the letters at the top of the building: JC PENNEY.
I just now went downstairs and took the thermostat off the Chrysler. It was almost dark. I dropped a bolt down in the engine somewhere and couldn't find it. Hopefully it won't like jam a gear or something.
When I get my writing down I need to make a list of things I need to do.
I should have personally invited--whatever.
Shirelle came over last night to smoke out. I loaded her pipe. I laid across the bed and wrote in red ink in this journal on the floor.