Pops sees trains in the canal and my dad in the next room. Dementia and hallucinations and senility oh my.
Pops can't walk. Pops can't see. Pops can't be Pops.
Grandma's out of her fucking mind.
Man doesn't call when he says he will. I don't like that.
I stole my friend's one free night.
Haven't slept in days. Days and days and days.
I can't think.
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