2002May09
Thursday
[wrong date in journal]

What an interesting world this is! I haven’t been writing recently, so I’m not sure where to start… here, I guess. Should I waste this energy on expulsing the angst I have toward the injustices of the world? Dawn is back (bitch!!!), after stealing from me and, as well, I got ripped off by a mechanic (I thought he was a mechanic), and someone I thought was a friend now refuses to pay the $300 he owes me. I suppose my thoughts are all about how I will facilitate my material reality hereforth. Firstly, I’m thinking about money. The truth is, I need money – maybe not as much as when I was in D.C., but nevertheless. If I had money I would not be so dependant on other people, but where does money come from if not from people. The irony is that here people would rather buy produce from you rather than
[cut off, unended]