Friday, April 26, 2024


I just sat down to write when I got a call from my mother.  She fell again, backwards, and hit her head.  I need to go over and sit with her and see if she has a concussion.  She probably does.  The question is whether she starts getting goofy/sleepy.  Can't let a person with a concussion sleep, I think.  

Shit's always getting real.  The real isn't always so good.  Mostly, I think, it isn't.  Shit, piss, fuck, goddamn.  

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