from: grandma angie
to: my grand baby (natasha)
10:32 a.m.
crying is for babies. when things get tough, i expand my lungs to three times my size and devour my emotions in one clean bite. then i wipe my mouth, and move on.
10:35 a.m.
and on this topic-what's the matter with a white man and his degrees?
10:37 a.m.
i told dr. warner i was feeling ill again and he was no help to me at all. i hardly ever call him jemar anymore. the romance is dead. if anything, i'm feeling sicker. our dates are more like therapy sessions.
10:40 a.m.
i asked my therapist what he knew about splitting his soul apart. what he knew about living with three souls. he pointed to his Phd. i told him "leonard harvard doesn't know nothing about this". he told me if i was hearing voices i ought to just tell him already.
10:41 a.m.
i can't show a man blood without bringing it to the surface
10:44 a.m.
so i told him already with my goddamn fist.
10:45 a.m.
he called the cops. i'm sitting in a holding cell. i've heard the phrase aggravated assault three times today. enough for all three of my souls to understand what it means.
10:48 a.m.
the bail's nothing much....
10:48 a.m.
come get me when you can. and don't tell your mama.
11:23 a.m.
these men keep looking at me like they think i'm going to cry. they don't know i'll sooner inhale them than do that.
