other really sucky thing is that my hamster died sometime after
Arkansas. I was pretty sure she was alive in Louisiana
but didn't make it past the Mississippi line. Chris thought it's be a funny way to relieve
tension to say Yeah, you cooked her, only I burst into tears.
we got back to the apartment I was supposed to live in and there
was no toilet or shower and the place looked like an abandoned crack-house,
Chris said What are we going to do?
and I said I couldn't think while there was a dead hamster in my
car, so we got a hotel.
girl next door had an equally shitty apartment and so we got a house
together. She is fascinating to me because she wears
wigs and I've never in my life known anyone to wear a wig unless
she had cancer. She
wears a lot of pink and she sleeps with married men.
She says, Just 'till my car's paid off. And
I think, gosh. She's nonchalant like I am, in my mind,
like I'd like to be. At
that moment, I thought maybe God was saying Go home Dumbo, go
home to your boyfriend in Flagstaff who helped you bury your hamster
in a Wheat Thins Box. They don't come finer than that.
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