December 2, 2002
Gawking boyish ape. Goes to work with a tiny sock monkey in his shirt pocket. Goes out on Wednesday nights to dress up in home-made armor and swing sticks at other defunct nearly-middle-aged boys. Drinks at home until he vomits, stinks up the house with his bloody unhappiness. Hurts my feelings with his lack of concern or feeling. He pays half the rent, though. He should pay way more than that because he doesn't love me any more and he promised me more than I got. A lousy lay. A handsome chimp. A skinflint. A decade. Now who's the dummy?