Sunday, June 7, 1997. 22:38.
It seems as if two of my situations have been fixed, and it is good. My reign of freedom in Jersey is about to come to an end with my grandmoher returning from Cuba, which means back to crashin at John's or sleepin in the car. Oh well, such is my life. I really only used my freedom to my advantage twice. This weekend was awesome I must say, I met some really cool and interesting people, and had a great time, hopefully it won't be the last fun activity of the summer. I slept till three PM yesterday, and was sick as a dog. Immediately my guardian angels tell me to go see a doctor. Don't worry, I will, this week, I promise.
I let my agressive side take over this weekend too. That was an experience. You see, when someone hurts one of my kids, I get angry. And when I get angry, Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset, and when Mr. Bigglesworth gets upset, People Die!!!But luckily, I became semi-rational for a bit and went to someone else. I wasn't totally calm like I should have been, but things are on their way to being straightened out.
I start orientation at Target on Monday, hopefully I get paid for that. Tuesday is my court appearance for hitting stupid redneck balls. Wednesday is my cousin's graduation from 8th grade. I never did understand why 8th grade graduation is such a big deal. When Allison Phillips sung Forever Young at our 8th grade breakfast, I was like, "I'm done 8th grade, whoopty shit." I guess I'm not a ceremony kinda guy. Anyway, I still have a few odds and ends to iron out in my life, but no major problems. Okay, there's one really major problem, but it's not somethin I can fix in just one day. I'm sure that will be resolved soon.
Didn't mean to bother anyone, just had to get that off my chest.

Wednesday, June 10, 1998. 13:12.
Target seems like an interesting place to work. I'm working on the "hardlines" team, whatever the hell that is. I seem to be getting a good starting pay and I get a raise after 90 days. One thing they beat into our minds is that at Target, "We are working for the guest". I just have to find out when I start work now. I had orientation Monday, and that was from 10AM to 230PM. I was there awhile. I spent the rest of the day with Jen and we went to see the Truman show with Andrea and then on our way to the Philly Diner we just decided to go into the city. That was a trip I must say, driving around every street that's like, an inch wide, being passed by other drivers who just know it's my first time driving in the city. And don't get me started on the parallel parking incident. Hoo Boy. But it was a fun little trip and I must say I enjoyed it a great deal, thanks kids. What's next for me? Same old same old, I'm afraid. Just sitting around in front of this computer, listening for a phone that does not ring, a door that does not get knocked upon, and a "you've got mail" sound that does not sound. Oh well, such is my life.
Oh, and before I go, does anyone want a roomate? I'm lookin for a person to split the bills with on a place. So if anyone's got any info, lemme know.
Didn't mean to bother anyone, just had to get that off my chest.

Thursday, June 11, 1998. 23:01.
There was once an old man who had a dog. They were together for fifteen years. They were the best of friends and they took care of each other. They had a spot where they loved to be. It was much like their home in a way, they felt the most comfortable there. They enjoyed each other's company, and they shared a special bond.
It came time for the dog to leave the old man one day. The dog took the old man to their spot. The man knew his friend would not be returning from this trip. When they got to their spot, the dog looked at the old man and nodded. The old man nodded back. Then the dog turned around, laid on the grass, and died. A few months passed, and the old man knew that he nothing really to live for. His only reason for existing was to take care of the dog, and since the dog was no longer around, his time was up as well. So the old man went to their spot, sat down next to the dog's grave, and died.

Tuesday, June 16, 1998. 20:12.
Well, I told one person, so I might as well tell everybody. I'm in Cuba, with the rest of family. I've been in Cuba since the morning of the 12th. Everything I've done, everyone I've talked to, did it in Cuba. Let's see, why did I not tell so many people? Duh, look at reasons above. Noone calls me on the phone, so I would not have had to explain where I was when so-and-so called or how come I did not have to call the back. I didn't expect to go anywhere, since people usually do their own thing and forget I'm sittin around anyway. So I didn't worry about havin to say, "no I can't go out with you guys cause I'm in Cuba". I could have gone the whole two weeks of my stay here and noone would have noticed. I told four people I was leaving, cause I had made plans with them before I left. Bottom line: what difference does it make where I am? As I long as I have some sort of contact (internet chat) with the outside world, that's how people no I'm alive, and then they can feel secure. Last couple weeks it seemed as if I might have had cancer. (another big revelation there) I told three people. The worst thing about that is that those people gave more of a shit than I did about it. But I found out I don't, and now things can get back to normal. Maybe I came here to find final peace, I don't know. But since I guess I have a while longer here on this rock, I might as well continue with life. Yeah, I'm comin back, next Tuesday. Then I can go back livin the same life I had. I'm sure I'll get out of this bastard phase soon. I was kind of a prick when I revealed that I was here for the first time, for that I'm sorry, but I still think I had to be honest as to why I kept it a secret. Oh well, such is my life.
Didn't mean to bother anyone, just had to get that off my chest.