6.29.2017, unknown time of day
"i was laughing and crying while i apologized, and i pretended to understand the words that were said back to me, but i really only caught harlem and sincere and the warm place. (afterwards i felt like getting drunk, but i just ate some garbanzo beans instead.) anyway, i don't know what to tell you about this apart from that it's been two weeks and i am still a prison guard. i don't know when i will not be a prison guard."
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yesterday i went to queens and got a drink at a bar while i was waiting for it to stop raining, and i sat down next to a guy called steve who was a former hospice worker. he was trying to explain his role, and he said "everyone deals with death differently, i was just a tuning fork to help them find their song." then he asked me if i wanted any of his french fries. (i did.)
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