7.29.2007

memoir #437

I once casually went with a girl who would take me on dates to hospitals. I'd tour around for waterfountains and bubblers, while she'd get checked out. It was great fun, despite it all. Afterward, we'd go to restaurants, she very opiated- -Nearly passed out in her pancakes, and entertaining in her fuzzy coherency. She seemed very wine-drunk, i'd say. I had a deep concern for this one. All turned out well, I'm sure, though.

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