2004-07-08 - 6:23 p.m.
Last Night
Last night my friend P. picked me up and took me shopping with him. We talked and he tried to comfort me and cheer me up. We talked about when his mother died. Poor P., that was totally messed up. The night of his mother's wake, one of his uncles tried to beat him up (the guy hit P. with a chair), and he and his sisters were thrown out of their house. How's that for fucked up?
So last night we talked about our feelings. (It's great to have macho, male friends with whom I can have heart-to-heart talks.) So we walked and talked and, although I felt I was having a panic attack or a heart attack, it was nice to be with that big lug. Thanks P. I love you my brother.
