11-14-96

No more pushing the Honda; it was just impounded by a policeman in Santa Monica who did me the huge favor of not jailing me. Might as well have; he took out my way to work.

I cannot go on striving. Why? The world fucks with me every chance it gets.

I just barely got a home.

But my family? gone, all gone: all that’s left is the tired and tiresome twosome: the ever-needy Barbara and Rory.

Let this be done. Let this time of life be finished. I am so TIRED.