A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- when people run in circles couldn't afford to make the trip out to TX to say my last goodbye. The work on the old house is nearly done, maybe two more trips. None of us can really stand to spend more than three or four hours at a time doing it. I realize now i'm not the only one with a strange ambivalence about the house now. We already have a buyer lined up, so after all the formalities are worked out i will get my share of it and try and re-establish myself as something that wears the appropriate veneer of respectability. if the charges stick, my not-quite-nephew is looking at six to ten, state time. Can't say i'll miss him, i may even make sure to send him some extra-slippery soap. maybe, just for the sake of all things being unequal, i will send him snapshots of places where he isn't and descriptions of people doing things he isn't allowed to, reminders of all the things in the world that are out of his grasp just so he can be that much more aware of it. just to make the fucker twitch. if it sounds cruel, hey, it's meant to...i'm not denying it... 9:20 p.m. - 2003-05-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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