dear this is fucked up diary,
i ain't sure of the year, prolly 95, but it was fucked up. i'm almost positive it was 95. i could be wrong. who cares, it's still gunna be fucked up if i am a year off. so it is again june 26, 95- and i lived next to pat, the lady who died- i just posted about her an hour ago and she's the one who died a year ago today. well susan lived on the other side of her- next door. susan, pat and i used to hang out in the front yard and talk about stupid shit and susan just had a baby and she was so beautiful- a little girl she had- with beautiful redish blond hair. i was always so jealous- i'd wanted a girl- but since my baby had lived six months- i'd had my tubes tied and i was done. anyway. june 26th we heard a noise, and soon her husband flew home and parked in pat's front yard. we knew something was terribly wrong because pat would never allow parking in her yard. pretty soon the ambulance came and the coroner and we found out that susan had shot herself in the head. i never understood that, never saw that coming and pat and i never spoke much about susan after that day. her husband and kids moved out of that house- it was prolly easier that way. it's strange somehow that pat and susan died on the same day. i know (and am so thankful) pat didn't plan it like susan did- but it's cool in that weird way.
i ain't sure of the year, prolly 95, but it was fucked up. i'm almost positive it was 95. i could be wrong. who cares, it's still gunna be fucked up if i am a year off. so it is again june 26, 95- and i lived next to pat, the lady who died- i just posted about her an hour ago and she's the one who died a year ago today. well susan lived on the other side of her- next door. susan, pat and i used to hang out in the front yard and talk about stupid shit and susan just had a baby and she was so beautiful- a little girl she had- with beautiful redish blond hair. i was always so jealous- i'd wanted a girl- but since my baby had lived six months- i'd had my tubes tied and i was done. anyway. june 26th we heard a noise, and soon her husband flew home and parked in pat's front yard. we knew something was terribly wrong because pat would never allow parking in her yard. pretty soon the ambulance came and the coroner and we found out that susan had shot herself in the head. i never understood that, never saw that coming and pat and i never spoke much about susan after that day. her husband and kids moved out of that house- it was prolly easier that way. it's strange somehow that pat and susan died on the same day. i know (and am so thankful) pat didn't plan it like susan did- but it's cool in that weird way.
