Thirty-eight

Peggy,

    All that said, the anger I lived was her telling me what to wear, what to eat, who to talk to (as in friends), what to listen to...and on and on. The anger. I am jealous of you two, taking care of it. I never did and I suffered (woe is me) for it for a very long time. Until now, it destroyed my relationships into one night stands. Though some of those were pretty nice. Ok. Weird, I know. Well, maybe not weird...what's the word...

    Anyway.

    If you are up to it, tell me about Luke.

    She is an artist. Visual. Something I could never be. She has her own gallery. Again, something I don't have the courage to do, own a business, I mean.

    I have a hard time visualizing you angry. Like punching in the face angry. With all the shit we had in our lives back in the day, you were the calmness around which we circled. I remember K having so much trouble with the stealing anything with anger. As much as I hung around that guy, I never understood his evil. Never understood why I hung around that guy so much. You calmed him down more than a few times. So it flowed into a job. I am jealous of you for that, too.

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