This is NOT Over
Here is a life in desperate need of a rimshotMay 19, 2012
Saturday May 19, 1990 Sort of
Together and Sort of Safe
Spent the night with
Zupecs. Not both of the sisters,
although I’ve dreamt about it. They let
me crash at their house. Their mom is
out of town, way the fuck out of town and I’m sure Megs isn’t sure when her mom
plans to return. I didn’t want to
confuse my folks by coming home when I told them I planned to stay with Danny
and then move in with Marnie when she takes her new place on College Avenue.
I don’t think I mentioned
that one. Marnie and I decided for
financial and other reasons, we are going to try to live together for as much
of the summer as possible. It seemed
like a bad idea when we thought of it and it hasn’t gotten any better since. But I’m sure there will be more of that mess
later.
Gina made breakfast and it
was tasty. Pancakes and too much bacon,
which is just the right amount as far as I am concerned. My cardiologist would say otherwise, but I am
too poor and too stupid and too unconcerned about my health to have a
cardiologist.
Gina went out with some
friends for the afternoon and Megs and I napped in the mom’s bed. I don’t know what polite society thinks of
such things but it was the right thing for us to do at that moment, and that’s all
I cared about. The rain doinking off the
metal awning made us feel happy to be right there, sort of together and sort of
safe.
I drifted in and out of sleep
during the SOX loss to the Tigers. Heard
Kittie Kat hit one off Frank Tanana.
That was a good thing. Feeling
safe with in bed with Megs after what happened the other day, I don’t know what
the hell to make of that.
posted by edP # 5:58 AM 
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