I am in an unfinished basement. I pass a refrigerator with the top and bottom doors opened. I assume it is unplugged, but there is ice on the eggo waffles inside. I take a piss in the corner of the room. I hear someone coming down the stairs. I hide behind a table. A huge cockroach scuttles past against the wall.
I’m walking through an airport and turn to watch a hot blonde go pass me. Her hair hides her face. I think, “I love the airport.” Then Brooke is telling me not to go, that she has two condoms.
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
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