April 14, 2024:

When did she stop laughing?

Listening to music?
Dusting the house?
Cleaning cigarette ashes from the dashboard of her car?

"I'm more isolated now than I've ever been. And I'm not depressed at all."

April 13, 2024:

Market Street.

Very beautiful — very beautiful — mid-twenties brunette, stops, smiles big, eyes locked. But her face drops. He hurts her feelings by not responding, in part from confusion why she was about to enter the Crazy Horse, in part from truly dire depression, in part from heroin addiction deliberately cultivated.

Market Street, San Francisco, 1994.

April 12, 2024:

Insightful strategy, undercut by routine.

$10 is not a microdonation.