What I really want is a good job, to stand up and start running like a sail catches the wind. Off I go.

The next best thing, but so seemingly unreasonable for a number of reasons -- to pack it up, set sail, and explore supporting myself with odd jobs along the way... find a house boat, a cabin in the mountains, a tent ... who knows.

I am so fucking angry I can't even express myself. You have destroyed all that is beautiful for me. Fuck you.

A group of men backed a Uhaul trailer up outside my neighbor's house to the right of ours. They cleared it out completely. That same year my good friend came to visit. I was having a garage sale. He sent in a harbinger and I didn't recognize the code. An old friend came in later and I didn't recognize him, though we stared at each other for a long time - conversing.