Hash

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… this is a crazy moment. I’m seventeen chapters, ears deep into Pride and Prejudice and I can’t read it anymore. I can’t read any more of this I can’t sit any more.

I don’t know if I can be in this house. I don’t think I even want to be on this wonderful, beautiful island any longer.

Wednesday it was Jess and I in the Museum of Natural History. Took lots of pictures, took lots of hours. Took lots of steps and it took all of that prove something I already knew. Too soon.

Quite a bit too soon.

… I can’t read this book any longer. Not today at least. I’ll come back to it when my stomach settles and my eyes stop rolling off the pages with my mind. I’ll come back to it when I don’t feel so heavy.

Jess rode the train back early and I let her go at the platform. I wandered the city for a few more hours. Got lost in Central Park, ended up in uptown when I was trying to make it down. Almost missed the 9:44 train back. Made it, missed the transfer at Jamaica station and got stuck there for two hours till the next (the final) one came. Rode it out at 11:44. Fell asleep and missed my stop, five stops later got off at Oyster Bay. Phone had died, two old ladies gave me a ride to a dunkin donuts and let me use their phone to call a cab. The cab took 45 minutes to get there and I had to finagle with the driver to take me to a bank so I could get some money to pay him. Jogged from the bank to the station and found my car, tarking picket still intact. Drove it home and made it back minutes before 4am.

I got called in early because the schedule was screwed up again and someone didn’t know and couldn’t come in so I was the only one answering my phone.

I got up got ready… there was enough time in there for Jack to confront me about the cigarette rolling papers he found somewhere in the kitchen. He said they weren’t his and knew I didn’t smoke so he could only assume it was for hash. He told me that I am not allowed to smoke hash in this house. I told him I don’t smoke hash. He said he didn’t want my friends smoking hash in his house either. I told him that that no one I knew smoked hash and I’d not ever brought any of my friends over to his house. He just wanted it to be heard.

I went in early, worked till past close. Drove home…

Nothing happened.

This morning I got a call from work about a job I left last night that the customer returned for early and wasn’t finished because I it was late and if I’d stayed any longer I’d be an overtime risk again. I didn’t order everything clearly enough or label everything clearly enough so Chris was confused and the customer was there and no one had any idea what was going on.

Nothing happened.

… I cannot read this book any more.

When I was in the city I took a few more photos of the streets and the buildings and… all those people out there. I’m going to make a new post just above this one containing them and… I don’t know. Captions or something.

… 47 days.

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