Back to 1983. From the time that Erica left until summer, I continued on being a barfly and pretty much being a vegetable. That summer my unemployment benefits ran out, and, since she was gone for the summer, Carrie let me apartment sit for her. (It would have been a bummer to have to move back into my car.) (Twas there with no tv and pretty much wiped out financially and emotionally; that I started reading again, eating better, exercising, and beginning to work on putting the pieces of my life back together again.
Carrie moved back to town in mid-September and I moved into the Cunningham's camper. (They have been good friends for years.) (Talk about cold. (Still, it still was better than living in my car.)) (Tis wonderful having friends.)
In September I found this job and went back to work.
Finally in late November I had enough money that I could afford to share an apartment with Josh and Caroline, until Josh had to go to prison. (Josh is one of the people I met at the bars, and Caroline has been his girlfriend (off and on) for a few years.) (He got busted in the same deal as Emily.)-(Drug laws sure are stupid. (Neither of them are bad people and they didn't deserved to be subjected to that kind of degradation!))
In April 1984 I moved into this apartment, and it's a pretty neat space. (Tis cheap, within walking distance of almost everywhere I go, and has one of the best views in town.)
Over the years I have supported myself by washing dishes, working as a sports writer, working on farms, working in factories, working as a clerk, and now I am into the accounting game.
As to education, I have two college degrees. (One in psychology and one in accounting.)
As to lovers, there have been six so far in my life. (If one doesn't count the excursions into the tunnel of love that I had to pay for.) (My ex was by far the best and most frequent. (We must of done it 6,000 or more times in the nine years we were together.)) (It would sure be nice to find number seven some time soon. (But who knows?)) (I consider myself intelligent in some ways, but the average sixteen-year-old knows more about seduction than I do.)
Another of my worries is the situation my kids are now living with. (My ex got married to another alcoholic whom she met at the rehab center, and they now have a one-year-old daughter. (Hopefully all is well and they are off the booze, but who knows?))
I wonder what the local cops think of me? (I know lots of people in the drug community, Emily was driving my car when she got busted, and I was called as a witness in another drug case.)
I also feel a lot of quilt because of failing at marriage. (I tried, but I just couldn't make her happy.)
One thing I have to thank my ex for is teaching me about sex. (I was pretty ignorant before her.)
A few weeks back I was over at Carrie's with Samantha. Carrie asked how long my celibacy had lasted so far. I said thirty, and she said, "Thirty what?" Samantha filled in the blank with, "women." (I wonder what Samantha thinks of me?) (I have had a lot of women friends in the past few years, and there are people around who think I am one of the biggest hosers in town, as a result.) (I hope my friendship with Samantha wasn't totally screwed up by my foolishness.)