My neck still hurts from driving 800 miles on a motor bike. Still, I'm glad I went. I found my hair made in China. It said I should become a truck driver.

I'm ready to perform DeeDee's operation. Well, if it all goes well and I survive you may hear from me again. I'm pretty sure I'll live, but about it all going well. We'll see.
I hope she finds quick recovery.

So wrong. I heard his son found him shot through the head, his gun near by. I wonder about the copy cats.

I should have known, she smiled at me, it had to mean ill. I don't get people, our world, anything. The last year, that's about right, maybe to this day, has been pretty much crud.

So it goes.

At least my Karma knows what's up:
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