Things here are getting to be a drag. All the crazy folks see our office as a haven or something. It is really sad, but also scary. A brother came by yesterday and asked Pat if she would “aknead” with him after work. What does that even mean? It’s a made-up word, but what does he think it means? We don’t know, but it was really frightening. He had come in here the Friday I was out with his pants sitting wide open and no drawers on. Dick floating in the wind. I think he digs Pat. That is a drag, too. How is she supposed to deal with these insane, insane, insane niggas? She brought a gun to work today, so I guess that is her answer to that question.