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Mar. 22nd, 2002 07:10 amI've been living vicariously through fiction over the past few days to replace my body's ill-view of activity. The occasion to catch up with a few authors, protagonists, and antagonists has been a bit overdue as most reading time has gone to online media. I have a pile of backlogged books, but I like recommendations if anyone has any.
My brother came up a few days ago to take me out to eat (I'm not malnutritioned!) at the chinese buffet and to a movie. I'd already seen We Were Soldiers but I knew he would like it and talked him into going. He's taking vacation time in early May to stay at the cabin, so I think I will do the same. I'm anxious to be there. Falseye and I can play our acoustics around the campfire a bit too. Kumbayaaaah you asshoooooles, Kumbayaaaaah. I wonder about Dave, who lives near our cabin in isolation except for the alcohol-minded few who wander his way on occasion. Besides his health being bad, he lost his teenage son in a car accident a few months ago. I don't know if he could drink any more than usual out of guilt or sorrow, but I wonder. He turned me on to Miller's Tropic of Capricorn...that was above a mild surprise, and the last time I visited he had a new chess board and asked if I'd play. My drunken mistakes would have been a sure win for anyone but a likewise drunken beginner.
My friend Dusty stopped by yesterday to talk about my golf clubs that were stolen when his car was broken into. He's going away for Navy boot camp for close to two months and won't be able to replace them until he gets back. I can wait that long as he keeps his promise to replace them. I don't have any other choice that would expede that.
My friend Sarah called for the first time in months. She usually calls and wants to go out for lunch when she doesn't have a flavor of the week. I call her on that shit and she does little to deny it, but she's cool. We might go out for lunch today or next week.
I can't decide what to do this weekend. I'd like to go see my dad, brother, and Falseye, but I don't want to wander to the land of primitive medicine. The hospital in Robinson has a really bad reputation for blunder. My family doctor from the time I was about six to nineteen is in prison now for fraud and other charges. It was on 20/20 or Nightline or some shiza. There's not a chance that I would put my vitals in the hands of a Crawford County doctor by choice if I could help it. I think I'll probably stick around Terrible Haute doing the usual shit until this passes.
My brother came up a few days ago to take me out to eat (I'm not malnutritioned!) at the chinese buffet and to a movie. I'd already seen We Were Soldiers but I knew he would like it and talked him into going. He's taking vacation time in early May to stay at the cabin, so I think I will do the same. I'm anxious to be there. Falseye and I can play our acoustics around the campfire a bit too. Kumbayaaaah you asshoooooles, Kumbayaaaaah. I wonder about Dave, who lives near our cabin in isolation except for the alcohol-minded few who wander his way on occasion. Besides his health being bad, he lost his teenage son in a car accident a few months ago. I don't know if he could drink any more than usual out of guilt or sorrow, but I wonder. He turned me on to Miller's Tropic of Capricorn...that was above a mild surprise, and the last time I visited he had a new chess board and asked if I'd play. My drunken mistakes would have been a sure win for anyone but a likewise drunken beginner.
My friend Dusty stopped by yesterday to talk about my golf clubs that were stolen when his car was broken into. He's going away for Navy boot camp for close to two months and won't be able to replace them until he gets back. I can wait that long as he keeps his promise to replace them. I don't have any other choice that would expede that.
My friend Sarah called for the first time in months. She usually calls and wants to go out for lunch when she doesn't have a flavor of the week. I call her on that shit and she does little to deny it, but she's cool. We might go out for lunch today or next week.
I can't decide what to do this weekend. I'd like to go see my dad, brother, and Falseye, but I don't want to wander to the land of primitive medicine. The hospital in Robinson has a really bad reputation for blunder. My family doctor from the time I was about six to nineteen is in prison now for fraud and other charges. It was on 20/20 or Nightline or some shiza. There's not a chance that I would put my vitals in the hands of a Crawford County doctor by choice if I could help it. I think I'll probably stick around Terrible Haute doing the usual shit until this passes.