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Hey, Judi.
Oh. Hey, Dije. Good
to hear from you.
yeah... good to hear you,
too. Listen, I didn't call to
talk about anything really.
Umm... okay. Well, I
always did like dead air.
I just wanted to call and say
that I love you. You're a dear
friend to me. I... I don't know.
The people I really care about in
this world, they... they just seem
to be coming into focus lately.
I mean... I... it... I don't know.
Hey, you okay, Dije?
You sound a bit shook up.
I was throwing away all my crap,
papers, everything, my past, try-
ing to allow myself to live in the
future, in the "now" again. And all
these letters you sent me... I...
Jesus. What've
you done?
Nothing.
Perhaps I've
surrendered.
So, what'd you give up
On? your job? Your opus?
Um... Well...
Both?
Well, I kept back-ups of my
writing, but I was hoping
you might hold onto them
so I couldn't touch them.
Aye. And then go forth, young lad;
the past is in the present now too.
I'll love you through it. Even if
my walking by your side is usually
obscured by the gait of sarcasm.
To which you've
thrown away the key.
Heh, that too.
I'm thinking: out of
the city for a bit. Maybe
a town somewhere.
Boats. I like boats.
I warn you in advance, it's no
fun making fun of people in
smaller towns, they tend to be a
bit... simpleminded about things.
It's shooting fish in a barrel.
Judi.
And-
Judi.
Yes?
I grew up
in Texas.
Well, ahem. At least
I'm no longer worried
that you've gone soft.
We're
bored in
Catalogs.
Don't you
ladies do
any work?
Of course we do. Have you heard
any complaints about a lack of
catalogs? Hm? Hm? Exactly.
Here, I got you all a copy
of "Star Trek Elite Force II".
I'm in a good mood. But
keep it quiet, Jeanie.
Mmmm. You're get-
ting laid, aren't you.
Not-so-well,
but, yes.
Well... there's a lot
of competition for the
few who are better
than "not-so-well".
The lube? Yeah,
I got it. Hey, how
come you never get
wet, Judi? Don't
I turn you on?
Of course you do,
Brad. It's just that
all women's bodies
are made differently.
And some just required
a little more anesthetic.
Yeah. I'm
still here.
Christ, is every-
one falling apart?
Everyone?
Dije too.
Mumbling
about boats.
Mmm. I
like boats.
Great, give
him a ring. You'll
have plenty to
talk about.
Tick-tock
Stevie-boy.
Six more
miles to go.
Or six
more feet.
Dije
diogenes
Portland Oregon
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