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Monday, Oct. 11, 2004 @ 11:58 pm
Closure



Friday night, a visit. I watched his pale, calloused hands gripping the bottle of whiskey. His eyes darted over me. I darted everywhere, high, 7 grams in my stomach, twitch. Out on the deck, he's smoking and I'm hopping up and down on the squelching wet doormat. He confessed his addictions, his alcoholism.

I created this analogy, about us. Two circles, overlapping, one yellow and one blue. Us in that green petal-shaped overlap. Happy in the green. But when I go into his Blue or him into my Yellow... it's too happy for him and too sad for me. Scary. Uncomfortable.

So there we can stay, friends in the Green Room.




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