2001:October:23
2001


Ahhhhh. good oprah. Did what I say make any sense I wonder.

I am still heart-pounding from one of those incidents. This one was someone knocking on my door. I'm used to friends popping in, so I get up, look who it is AND I DON'T KNOW THIS PERSON. It's a fat mexican man with a red shirt and a crewcut. I'm alone, and I don't answer. Here my tv is blaring, but I don't answer the door. I just heard about someone getting raped by a stranger knocking on the door... (not in wilmington).

Oh anyway, so that's where I'm at.





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