(4pm) Nice sun tanning session. (Carly stopped and visited for a second, but she was in a hurry.) (She told me to stop by this evening and visit. (It was sweet of her to offer, but I am just not up to people tonite, and I am going to space off her invitation.))
(5pm) Nice walk.
(6pm) I went to the library and checked out some books. (I decided to study sex some more.)
(9pm) The college kids are starting to come back to town. (Time to become a hermit until next summer.)
(10pm) Quiet nite. (Nice.)
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(8am) Looks like another beautiful day. (Neat.)
Another rumor that came back around to me in my bar days was that I was a big time cocaine dealer. (Given my behavior, that isn’t surprising:
1. I spent a lot of time with women who were heavily into cocaine.
2. I spent a fair amount of time with Ian, who was a cocaine dealer.
3. I was always high.
4. I was out every nite. (I seldom spent more than $5, but most people spending that much time in bars spend more.)
5. That drug trial I testified at.
6. …)
(Being quiet and getting to know few of the people in the bars, beyond a little bs'ing, left a lot of room for people to use their imaginations. (I bs'd with tons of people, but there were very few who had the foggiest idea who I was.) (Tis interesting how many different perceptions there were of me and how many of them were totally off base.))
Another rumor was that I was f'ing half the town. (Given the women I spent time with that was a reasonable assumption.) (Some people thought I was lying when I said I was celibate and just laughed at me.)
(9am) Carrie once told me that when she was ready to settle down, she was going to look for someone like me. (Twas sweet of her to say so, but I really doubt she would look for someone like me.)
One nite at the Paw, a guy asked me how I managed to make women smile so much, when they were around me. (There were some positive aspects to my behavior then.)