Friday, March 31, 2017

Rocket Fuel and Turnip Greens

I've told everybody everything I know and I'm left with no secrets. It's way too late to ask for any kind of immunity. When I was a kid I always longed for some kind of family compound so that I could be surrounded by cousins, aunts, uncles. 

It's still hard for me to see company leave. My friends took me to a family style restaurant last night and I hated to walk out. Maybe it's time to worry about fear of abandonment when you hate to walk out on strangers.

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