THE DIARIES

From age 16 to maybe 24 or so I kept diaries. Binders and coil-ring notebooks that, when stacked tightly together built a pile more than a foot high. I kept ’em sealed in a cardboard box at the back of the top shelf of the hall closet. I thought maybe when I was 80 I would enjoy sitting around reading the thoughts of the young me. Then one day I realized that I detest the past and I destroyed them all and now I’m free.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Killer’s birthday yesterday. Bought her a new car, yo.

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