Laid off
June 8th, 2001
If the 2:14 entry doesn’t make it clear I was laid off from the Motley Fool yesterday at around 11:30 am. Though technically I’m paid through today.
I need to go back there and pick up my car.
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3am Friday Morning Part 2
June 8th, 2001
It is not 3am
And I am not a survivor.
But I feel I must say something
But I am tired and old and I want to know what to say
I want to know how to feel
Knowing that my friends will never again be part of the Pod
I am alone and will be that way for a long time
I will not forget the people I left behind
For I am more alone than I have been in a long time
My Tears
My Blood
I love but I have lost
I wish they were all still there
But ultimately as is truth, I am alone
and my tears say so in their own way
I am more alone and my tears more true
<unreadable line>
My bloody temple…
Memories of forgotten friends.
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The above was written on a Murphy’s place mat after drinking 11 hours the day I was laid off. It contains all the familiar imagery (blood, tears, alone).
The unreadable line looks like “The mussing thinp” I don’t know what I was trying to say.