Monday 04 August 2003

I write tonight from my brother's house. Kevin picked up Catherine Sunday night then picked me up after I was home from work. Cathy is asleep on the living room floor and Kevin is out working the night shift.

I feel I need to explain a couple things before continuing on with my story. First, in answer to the question, "Why didn't you just call your landlord to get back into your apartment when you were locked out?" my only answer is that since I was a month behind in my rent I didn't want to deal with having to call him. Pride is my downfall, I'll admit.

In addition to the lack o' cash from my spending that weekend, I also wasted more money than I needed to over the week as well. I spent four consecutive nights in the local tavern and blew about $50 as well.

You already know from the position in which I now find myself, the story you've read thus far will not end well. After writing Wednesday afternoon of a July filled with hope and happiness, I went into other writings of mine from over the past year to keep the events of that period in some sort of chronology. The only answer presenting itself to me to assist my coping skills was watching Crystal pour me tap beer after work until I found myself relaxed enough to fall asleep... for four nights in a row.

Well, the story should continue. You're waiting for the downfall? It didn't come in August.

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