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visit with ms. downey and hers in seattle. she they made it pretty good neat stuff.
visit with ms. lynelle and hers in sacramento. she told me he doesn't usually act that way. that's okay, no one's always spot-on. he asked if i'd won. asked how many i'd lost. asked the most money i won. i told him. i told him about my biggest check and that boy and how bones just don't break, they crunch, splinter and shatter. it's shit-mixed dirt blood meat and bone bits through jeans shirts and chap vest leather. some kid weeping and broken for whatever dream he had somewhere. an ambulance ride and a prayer over the p.a. then. then. then it's cinching in and nodding out.
stomped through that thuddy redwood nsp with mr. micheal, ms. katie, and ms. brenda.
before i go to bed and i say my little hope/dream/prayers, i go over all the little portions of kindness i've met. i go over and try to remember as much of the good little portions of the day. i do this even when i'm being a jerk. i hope i don't take people for granted, or ever get to thinking i'm separate from anyone. i don't think i come off so hokey and mooshy on the real, but this sort of talk doesn't come up much either.