October 16, 2005
The children are gone. Roger’s pants are gone. So is his wallet and with it our money. I can’t help but think there is a connection. Roger, in his early fifties and with a “paunch,” meaning he’s considerably overweight and very out of shape, stands raging. He wears nothing but an ill-considered thong. I am [...]
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October 2, 2005
Neil Young was singing about prairie winds and Canada geese and I was getting into a relaxed, perhaps melancholy mood, when Russ said, “I had no idea that’s where that goes.” “It doesn’t go there,” I said “Oh.” “Put it there. With that.” We were cleaning up my mess. Trying to make sense of things. [...]
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