Why is it that sometimes I meet someone whom, from the first moment, I don't trust or like? (I worry that I am misperceiving and not giving them a chance; but I usually end up avoiding them and never trusting them.) (I ran into one fellow like that at Corky’s tonite. (I have tried to give him a chance; but, so far, I have given him cigs, drinks, pot, and shrooms, and I have yet to see anything come back around. (So far my first impression has been confirmed, and he seems to be someone who just takes and never gives anything in return.)))
Two other people I ran into tonite at Corky’s were Carly and Ross. (Strange couple. (She is a writer and he is really good at typing and editing. (Erica says Carly is using Ross to further her career.)) (They both, if you talk to them separately, say they are looking for someone else. (Carly can look in my bed. (Some of the looks she has given me make me wonder if she might be contemplating just that.) (She looks like she would be fun to play with, but Erica says she uses men, and I don't need that.)-(Gwynn knows her better and she says Carly is selfish, but down deep she is good people.))))
Another person I saw at Corky’s tonite was Richard. (He is a friend of Erica's, writes fiction and poetry, he is from Butte originally, he has traveled a lot, he likes quoting Nietzsche, heavy drinker, and big time Jim Morrison fan.) (He comes off the wall with some interesting shit sometimes.) (He reminds me a bit of Dante, for some reason.)
(Noon) Nice workout.
(4pm) If my sister is right that I have always used withdrawing as a defense mechanism, maybe there never was any playground time to remember? (Maybe I always played alone.)
(8pm) Nice walk.
(11pm) Twas a glorious nite of tv.
I am still not sharing my poetry with others. (I met a lot of women that way in the past.) (Since a lot of it is depressing, maybe it's for the best though?)
I finally finished up all the poems I had started. (Neat.)
I watched the NBC lineup last nite. (Funny.)
I watched half of "Dallas" tonite, and then Samantha called and we talked for half an hour. (It sounds like all is well there. (Good for her!)) (She says I should stop doing shrooms alone. (Someday.) (Pen pals are neat, but sometimes it's nice to have someone to party with!)) (She says it's snowing there tonite. (Winter is coming.))
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