April 6th, 2004 (Entry # 9 & A Juncture)

(Entry # 8 )

(In black ballpoint pen, cursive handwriting:)


I was right.  And so the story will go and go and go, at least for the rest of the year.  Where will I be on New Years Eve?  NY.  There’s just always something to look forward to, I suppose.  “Crimson and clover over and over.”

I can’t stop thinking about something that happened.

It happened then it paused then it happened some more.

The episode was brief, and at moments intense.  It reached a juncture, I made my decision, and here I am today, still thinking about it.

Maybe I should learn to keep my mouth shut about these things.  Still, I can’t help wondering if it will ever happen again.

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