Friday, August 14, 2009

The first thing I remember is being back in Appleton and my sister and mom were reading an old note I must have written when I lived with my old friend/roommate Deanna. I could only make out the sentence "I'm in love (aka: horny) with Deanna's HUGE breasts." I could tell that I went into detail about how I masturbate looking at them and I was mortified watching my family members giggling with each other as they read it. I tried to grab it out of their hands but I had molasses dream hands and they were much too quick for me.

The next segment was with Hilary and I at a park rolling around the leaves and laughing hysterically. Somehow she pulled out these two old journal pages of mine which were full of my professions of love for her. She was teasing me about it, but I proudly handed them back to her and said "See?! I told you I loved you all those years ago!" She laughed even harder and chased me around the park trying to ram the pages into my butt and I kept trying to push her away and grab the pages from her because I wanted to keep them in good condition.

The last thing I recall is walking up the stairs and into the courtyard of this huge apartment building that resembled a hospital. I was going to visit Hilary and I was so nervous and excited to see her. I was smoking a cigarette and before I approached the doors I stamped it out and reminded myself to find the lobby bathroom so I could wash my hands and face. I didn't want to upset her or the kids by stinking like cigarettes.

As I waited in the lobby it felt just like a waiting room. My name was on the board for a 7:30am appointment and as I waited I noticed it becoming more and more difficult to breathe. My boss was there and I told him to find a nurse because I couldn't breathe very well. I was so upset with myself and kept thinking "Why the hell did you have to smoke that stupid cigarette? This is your big morning with Hil and now you ruined it!" I woke up taking really huge breaths, happy to be filling my lungs with air.

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