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TWENTY-NINE

Grandmother got lost for hours and I called the cops. Waited at her house with cigarettes and fast food.She came home and was shopping at the mall.  Curb-side break down of sorts and now I’ve got grass stains on my knees—will wash later.— Stood outside waiting for the cab for over two hours, it never came called them 3 to 4 times. Kristen and I fight over my cowardice and I cry—Curb-side breakdown. Raised my voice to the volume of thunder and harangued her about responsibility and work ethics evolved with love.—Who am I to tell her about love? just a poor bastard having a curb-side break down with thoughts of past loneliness. Noah picked Kristen and I up then dropped us of at the diner. We ate and walked home—uphill battle. Here I am. GOODNIGHT.