March 18, 2014
Saturday was Emma’s birthday. She was born on the Ides of March. I’ve been working Saturdays, after I visit Bogart, which has been especially cool since Sharly started the coffee house. But this Saturday she gave me off because Emma had invited me to her birthday celebration.
Basically, as usual, it was a family celebration for Emma. Her immediate and some extended family go to her parents’ house for a day and evening of eating and talking. All the time Emma was my best friend, she’d invite me. Last year I didn’t go, she didn’t invite me, and/or I think I was in Boston. Either way, I was pretty fucked up then. The year before that was when Kathy committed suicide and I don’t really remember much how the early part of the year played out.
So anyway, first off, it was hard to figure out a…
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