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May 21, 2006 15:24

I feel weird.

Not sick weird, cause....I guess they did something to me when they stuck that tube thing with the little light and camera and shit on it down my throat. I dunno. I don't feel like I'm gonna hurl all over the place any more. But weird, just in general.

Talked to Uncle V and Uncle P. Seriously thought I was gonna ralph then, but I managed not to. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought. They basically said, look, here's the deal, are you in or are you out, and I said I out, and they kinda talked to one another in really fast Russian for a while and I was totally expecting to get shot or something but Uncle V just came over and messed up my hair and said, it's okay, kiddo, you been through it already.

They left, and most of the FBI dudes left with them. Consuela's been stoned off her stilettos on Xanax since it happened. I gotta remember to get up early and make coffee and make sure she's dressed and ready for the hearing.

Fuck me but I feel ancient. If they judge Consuela unfit and stuff which they probably will cause she's like twenty and not really legal to be here, then I guess I get fostered. Wonder what THAT's like.

I miss you, Herron, man. I miss you so bad.
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