Sunday June 21st 1998
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Just sitting here watching the oil drip.
Didn’t do much today. Helped the campground owners haul some garbage off to the dump – I mentioned that I might be around for a few days, so they let me trade work for shelter. Grabbed some supplies from the store. Hitched a ride to the movies and snuck in again to see the “Truman Show.” A great movie with a message I am all too familiar with. That constant feeling that your life is nothing but a show or a dream, and that maybe tomorrow I will wake up and it will be Feburary 2nd 1990 all over again and shit will be different.
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