Max made himself a sandwich just now. He is wandering around nibbling at a pastrami on rye, wearing my bathrobe and asking if we have plans to go to the sales later. I am at my wits end.
It's midnight. Max is taking a bath. We are becoming the odd couple. Max keeps crying and trying to tidy the apartment. I had to stop him from washing the cards.
Maxie called me the other night. After ten minutes of incoherent sobbing, he admitted he had forgotten where he had parked his car. I asked him where he was. Max said he didn't know but he could smell fish and the smell of gasoline. I told him to look up and tell me if he saw a billboard with Romney's face in it with the eyes scratched out. He
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While Maxie was drinking coffee, I paid to get rid of the adverts that were all over this journal. I also need to do something about the A/C in the Olds 442 as well...
Well, I woke up early this morning, made coffee, went into the front room and found Maxie sitting in the big armchair near the TV, looking like Hell. "What's up, Max?" I asked. He looked at me sadly, bloodshot eyes almost despairing
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After many months of traveling the world I finally returned home last week. The first thing I found was 96 messages from Maxie on my answerphone. However, I had rigged up an external hard drive to the answer machine which allowed messages of almost unlimited length to be stored. One particular message from Max went on for two hours. Most of the
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At this time of year I wonder what the fuck Maxie has been doing for the last three months. I think he must be getting sane. I haven't had any death threats in a while. Usually Maxie rings me up at 3:00 am, screams at me for ten minutes and then threatens to kill me. Sometimes I bait him by putting him on hold while I take a shower. Maxie gets very
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