April 6, 2024
Saturday
10am
I talked to Motorcycle. He’s being so lovey lately. He says it’s not the Percocet, it’s that he finally feels like he and I are “going to work out.”
Huh.
Three freaking years later lol.
I mean, it’s fine.
We weren’t monogamous, and I feel like I’ve spent more time in prison that out in the past three years. His friend Dopey, who’s in the hospital right now, says he’s thinking of leaving his partner, Goofy, but he’s afraid he won’t be able to find anyone else.
Motorcycle said, “Well, I found myself a good one, and it only took me 64 years.”
I can’t believe that he calls me “a good one.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before.
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