Monday 10/19/2009

The last days of Libra and I hear rain dripping outside. No storm but water from the heavens and the leaves are wet and brown and yellow and red.
J of her rocker again can only imagine that she grew so horribly lonely that she hit the booze again and here it comes. I imagine her evil cruel bitterness is something like what drove everyone out of Brautigan's life so that he was dead for sometime before anyone knew it. I wonder if her early life with her mother and father were so full of anger and pain that she has never been able to recover.
I also wonder if stories of family and friends eating,talking even with pain and fear,etc set her off.