Sa 4:40 PM 6-27
My hands are shaky. I've got blisters on my fingers. I went to the batting cages this morning. I had him turn it up to ninety. I popped up any I hit. I'm at Border's Books and Music now. I'm going to get a gift certificate for GIP's brother's graduation BBQ. Thing said he's going to move out. I haven't had anything to drink yet today. My sister is supposed to be picking me up to go to a club with some of her girlfriends. Tink material? Thea left Augie. A girl by the window makes freaky faces at her laptop. A not-very-attractive young woman, I guess you call her, is studying a text book. I'm a cad. Shirelle has been calling and I've not been answering. Mac stopped by this morning to use the phone and take some of my weed. I said, "I guess my Mac vacation is over."
"What?" he asked, hurt.
"I'm just teasing you," I said.
"Where are your golf clubs?"
"Yeah. There in my truck, motherfucker."
I'm amped up on coffee. All I've eaten is a bagel. I started to think about explaining Shirelle. Maybe I shouldn't try. We drive each other crazy. Beer. Bear. Should I write a page at the BBQ? What am I gonna wear tonight? I'll leave time after the BBQ to write my page before Bern gets here. Gold-painted cardboard stars hang on strings from the ceiling. One of the blisters, the one on my right ring finger (Is that the wedding-ring finger?) is a blood blister. A girl in a summer dress just sat down pressing a sigh out of me. She looked in my direction, stifled a yawn and scratched her nose like a girl. I avoided eye contact with her. Beer. What else? An Asian couple sits at the table next to me. I don't understand what they're saying. It looks like she wants to go, but he's not ready. He's leafing through a book while she presses her fingers against her eyes. The summer dress girl has a book called Reading People and another called Diary. She's sipping at some chilled blended fruit drink and eating some kind of cookie. She's pretty. Petite. I guess I should get up now and get that certificate and go to the BBQ. I don't want to leave because of the girl. I wish I had the balls to talk to her, invite her along. What if I dropped a note on her table that said, "If you weren't here, I would have left a long time ago."? Her skin's a bit acned. She just stifled a cough. I got enough problems on my hands. I stifled a laugh. She just got up and left. She didn't look at me. A black dude with dirty shoes watched her go. Then we looked at each other and tacitly commiserated. Time for me to go, too.
My hands are shaky. I've got blisters on my fingers. I went to the batting cages this morning. I had him turn it up to ninety. I popped up any I hit. I'm at Border's Books and Music now. I'm going to get a gift certificate for GIP's brother's graduation BBQ. Thing said he's going to move out. I haven't had anything to drink yet today. My sister is supposed to be picking me up to go to a club with some of her girlfriends. Tink material? Thea left Augie. A girl by the window makes freaky faces at her laptop. A not-very-attractive young woman, I guess you call her, is studying a text book. I'm a cad. Shirelle has been calling and I've not been answering. Mac stopped by this morning to use the phone and take some of my weed. I said, "I guess my Mac vacation is over."
"What?" he asked, hurt.
"I'm just teasing you," I said.
"Where are your golf clubs?"
"Yeah. There in my truck, motherfucker."
I'm amped up on coffee. All I've eaten is a bagel. I started to think about explaining Shirelle. Maybe I shouldn't try. We drive each other crazy. Beer. Bear. Should I write a page at the BBQ? What am I gonna wear tonight? I'll leave time after the BBQ to write my page before Bern gets here. Gold-painted cardboard stars hang on strings from the ceiling. One of the blisters, the one on my right ring finger (Is that the wedding-ring finger?) is a blood blister. A girl in a summer dress just sat down pressing a sigh out of me. She looked in my direction, stifled a yawn and scratched her nose like a girl. I avoided eye contact with her. Beer. What else? An Asian couple sits at the table next to me. I don't understand what they're saying. It looks like she wants to go, but he's not ready. He's leafing through a book while she presses her fingers against her eyes. The summer dress girl has a book called Reading People and another called Diary. She's sipping at some chilled blended fruit drink and eating some kind of cookie. She's pretty. Petite. I guess I should get up now and get that certificate and go to the BBQ. I don't want to leave because of the girl. I wish I had the balls to talk to her, invite her along. What if I dropped a note on her table that said, "If you weren't here, I would have left a long time ago."? Her skin's a bit acned. She just stifled a cough. I got enough problems on my hands. I stifled a laugh. She just got up and left. She didn't look at me. A black dude with dirty shoes watched her go. Then we looked at each other and tacitly commiserated. Time for me to go, too.
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