Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Strange dream last night. I was standing on a river bank watching Dad drown, not moving to help. After a few idle moments I started throwing rocks at him as he struggled. The river turned crimson from the blood gushing from his lacerations. I sat on a bench to watch him sink in a pool of his own blood.
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