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Awoke thinking about Aaron Walker this morning who’s birthday is either the day before or after mine. Watching schitzophrenia evolve in him… Emilio said he wonders if one or two of the mid-teen acid trips… maybe Carolos–with all his academic degrees–had suggested it. Aaron seems, according to Damon, to be stable these days living in a dormatory room of his own with a bed and a guitar, maybe some Pink Floyd posters on the wall or something.

Otter’s birthday is in this window as well. Birthdays. Helen said something about hoping I’ll spend some time celebrating and being celebrated.

Fellow ride on the three hour Ride ITL trip the other night got picked up outside a Walgreens where presumably he’s working. A woman called on his mobile phone to apologize for her part in an attempt on his life by her cousin or brother, who had also been a friend of his. “That’s some junkie shit.”, she said. The guy is about to begin an eight year prison sentence for whatever it was. My co-rider’s view: Well we can’t never be friends again ‘n’ if I see’m I’ma whupizz ass, but I wuz’n gu’na testify ‘gainst him. Tried ta tell ‘im. ‘Cuz I been there I know the courts, I been tried and got off… an’ I did it!

Overtime pay is good. Working stiff. Is that a reference to cadavers?

Yay rain.

6/10/2026