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6/20/04
i am visiting family. there is a huge extended family around, plus some old friends. i realize that its the last day of my visit and i haven’t been out of th ehouse, so i decide to take my rental car out - after extremely frustrating non-conversations with a few people about where to go. so i’m winging it. i drive down a road which seems to lead to a highway, however, i end up inside a restaurant and navigate carefully around the chairs. in spite of that, people alert me to the fact that two blonde teenager are face down with soda glasses empty next to t hem.

i’m told that one of them is dead. i try to talk to the manager about it but everyone seems distracted and talks nonsense. so i move on. i get in the car, and with a lot of difficulty drive a little further.

i park the car and get out. i’m stopped by a very strange constable. he seems to have something important to discuss with me, and i assume it’s about the girls.

but no, he asks me if i tasted something out of a pot on the stove somewhere. i admit that the other night i was at a show when a man covered with shaving cream walked by and i tried to taste what i thought was marshmallow fluff. but spit it out.

he insists on walking me around, but i find my limbs are heavier and heavier. i can barely move. suddenly, this moving counter spins around and the restaurant comes to us, it slides into view, like a piece of scenery. it’s the manager again, but they seem to have forgetten all about my crime. i decide to cut my losses and get back to my car.

my limbs are so heavy i can barely move. i wake up, still feeling paralyzed.

8/24/00
i was somehow in the house i grew up in. i was running errands with my mother when i checked my airline ticket and realized my flight was at 7:30 pm that night. though it was only 11am, she panicked and seemed to dismiss/not take any responsibility or initiative for getting me there. somehow, taking a cab was not an option, since i was about an hour away from the airport.

i was frantically making phone calls, trying to get help. somehow i ran into dave on the street and we were in brooklyn. we went into his place, and it was full of people i used to know and miss and people i'd like to know. i ended up choosing to miss my plane partly because he said it didn't matter. he wanted me to stay.

so i missed the plane and ended up with a physical crippling feeling where i could not move my legs except painfully and slowly.

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betrayal
celebrities
children
death
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illness
jealousy
loss
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paralyzed
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