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July 13, 2012

Friday July 13, 1990 Some Words She Just Can’t Recognize

Worked all night at the Summer Conference Center. My mom called me early this morning. When she found out my reasons for coming back she said she would take off after 11am and come and get me earlier. That was very cool on her part.

I slept from 7:30am to 11:30am. My mom drove me back to Lockport and we had a nice talk. It was not a go through the motions talk, which I sometimes force myself to have with relatives. She was really curious about the Intro to Political Philosophy course and wanted to know more about Frisch and Sorrenson.

She said the professors’ names differently each time she asked about them, but that’s my mom. Names of people in my life, who aren’t from the old neighborhood are unrecognizable to her. It’s part of her charm. My mom is a sweet person, and very smart. She knows more about managing money than I ever will. She just has a little hitch in her brain when it comes to names or words she can’t instantly recognize.

I have a hitch in my brain when it comes to knowing what is truly the right thing to do.

Paid my respects to Danny and his people. Had a strange talk with Ronnie about his brother. I don’t know when I became family fucking counselor for these people, but I know I don’t like it.

Megs never showed up. That is strange and disturbing. I’m no family counselor and I am even less bloodhound so it’s not like I’m going to be able to go out and track her down.

Krista was there, and although I think I said somewhere else in this journal that I was never that attracted to her (mostly because there was very little there to be attracted to) she was looking great in black. We ended up drinking tons of coffee together in the smoking lounge. She’s coming up to DK in the fall and asked me all sorts of questions about apartments. Great. I pretended to be excited about that. Then after staying longer than we needed to, we left together. She drove us out to the old Holiday Motors sign on 30 where we used to all go and drink when we were kids. Baked ourselves nicely in the evening heat, smoked cigarettes and kept talking. Unlike our last talk at St Joe’s Park, we talked about mostly nice thing, or somewhat less mean things this time around…her uncle’s polka band, the play she was doing for Lewis U’s summer festival, we talked about Danny’s Grandma and how she made the best fucking cookies in the world. We talked about her ex and how he was going to fall on his face in law school. Ok, that wasn’t so nice but at least we were saying mean things about someone I didn’t know or could give a fuck about.

We talked until we were kissing. We kissed until she decided she had to drop me off at my folks’ house. This was pretty late but we’d had a lot of coffee and it was probably a good idea because exchanging fluids is never that much fun for me when I am this whacked out on caffeine. I gave her one last kiss goodnight but before I could get out of her car she asked, “Eddie do you even have a car?” I said, “Nope.” She asked, “You’re 21 right?” I said, “Yep.” She said, “If you had a car we’d be at my place right now.”

I thought…Nope.

posted by edP # 9:30 AM

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