Players

Lorraine
Rue
David
Familiar man

Part I
- ring ring
r - Hello
l - Rue?
r - yes, who is this?
l - This is Lorraine from high school.
r - What?
l - Lorraine, remember I was a grade ahead of you.
r - Lorraine, yes I remember.
l - I need to ask of you something very important.
r - What is it?
l - Will you kill David?
r - What? That's not funny David's been dead.
l - No he's back, We've been seeing each other, Please, we need your help. David needs to die!
r - Ok, I'll help y'all.
l - Thank God! Can you meet us tomorrow night?
r - yes

Part II
Now Rue gets out of bed, She rummages through old photographs until she finds one of her and David together. She lays it onto the desk and gazes down at it. Her eyes tear up. She puts her head in her hands and sobs.

Part III

Rue starts her journey to kill David. Along the way she is going crazy. When the streets are crowed everything is silent. When the subway is empty she hears a crowd of school children. Her boots echo extremely loud in the deserted streets.

Part IV

Rue arrives at the meeting place. David, Lorraine, and a familiar man are all seated. Rue pulls out a gun and shoots David in the head. A little red circle of blood appears in the center of his forehead and he slumps over. The familiar man laughs and says "We're like a death cult or something." Rue looks around panicked. She walks over to a magazine rack. She picks out a Life magazine and says "This was David's, I'm taking it"

After a week of procrastination I think I'm almost through! My bedroom is clean with freshly laundered sheets. My bathroom is organized and scrubbed, the sick is empty. The dished are washed. I just made a fresh pot of coffee to help with the organizing of the living room, the mop, then I'm finished! I can't wait. I like a neat apartment I just hate making it neat. I hate cleaning so very much, it's a huge problem. I always have these conflicts of desires.

Last night I dreamed that he had come back to life. He was dating a quite girl I went to high school with named Breannen. She asked me to kill him again. It's what they wanted. Breannen, some middle aged guy anthropologist guy, and him. He wanted to die. I met them all in a little room and Breannen and the old guy watched as I shot him in the head. I freaked out after that and started gathering things of his. I wanted to make it look like he had never came back but everyone knew already. I went to the chair and asked her if I could have the magazines. He had left behind a Life magazine. She said OK. She mentioned a game of chariot that he had given her. She said she used to play it in the seventies. I asked do you want me to give it to his girl friend and she said no. Then people were looking for his body in a lake.
I know that's a confusing dream especially to anyone who took the time to read it. It has been over two years now since my friend died and I'm still having disturbing dreams sometimes. How long does it take to forget a person? Well, never, I never can, never never never never so just ignore my occasional rants of self pity.

First I was at Tony's house. I went over to where he was at the end of this hall and some cop was telling him about how his partner had been murdered. Tony had red eyes. I told him you need a hug so I'm giving you one. He agreed that he needed a hug but just stood ridged when I hugged him.
After that I was in my childhood church. I was looking for an exit so I could put the groceries in my car in the refrigerator in my car. Then I was at UB at the CFA on the bottom level. I was taking a bubble bath in room that had glass along the side of the tub. I realized that I could see people passing by in the hallway. I got out of the tub and went to the hallway to see what the passerby's could see and they could see everything. I went back into the room and turned down all the lights and started getting dressed. I was about to take off my shorts and put on pants when a bunch of kids came in the room. One big guy who was familiar told me that they were looking for their microphone.
I grabbed my clothes and went down the hallway to the bathroom to finish changing. I got into a stall and sat down. I was fooling with the lock but it wouldn't lock. Some tall woman opened the stall door, saw me, and screamed. I screamed to. Carolyn Tenant in the next stall, said "Don't you just hate that." I took a shit after that and I was wiping my ass when people started pouring into the bathroom. Canadian Tom was in the next stall doing homework or something. I said to him "Don't you think you should let people use that toilet?" A young girl pushed her way into my stall, I said "Excuse me but I'm trying to wipe my ass." I made the girl exit the stall but then I realized that the walls of the stall were so short that it didn't matter. My problem was that I wanted to look at the toilet paper I'd just wiped my ass with to make sure I'd gotten all the shit off my ass but I was embarrassed to do it in front of people. When I was about to leave I looked over and Soyean and Ivan were in a stall together.

Tonight I took a bath and enjoyed seeing my boobies. They are nice and shiny in the water. I thought about how when my breast first started growing I would measure their progress by making or trying to make two little islands on the surface of the bath water. The older I get the tips of the islands get further apart.
I remember sleeping on my chest trying to stop my breasts from growing. I didn't want them but they came anyway and I guess I've learned to love them. Thery're squishy and I can titty feed a baby someday, if need be. I still don't like them that much. I always wanted really small tits but i got these instead, they flop around sometimes!