BETWEEN MIDNIGHT AND 6 AM
Women were not a major ingredient in my thinking at that time.
She was blonde, very small, and if I remember right she had big breasts. Uh, Arthur was sleeping on a couch in the living room so I can imagine there was traipsing going on. Mother had her bedroom next to the kitchen. The girl had to go through the apartment in order to get to the bathroom.
I spent the night on the stairs, not dozing off.
She was a bankrupt.
As for me, I could have put more into this. Mother wants her sons to get ahead.
It must have been very soon after that that Mother said, “Ohhhh, Ka-a-a-a-a-y!”
We loved Kay better than we loved our mother. But by glancing back, as I approach middle age, the scale of things quite slowly, calmly, becomes a peep-show.
And everybody had to share. And there was a sliding glass door into the breakfast nook—so there was a curtain over it.
I met with some success. I took a job as a chemical mix-man—to store, order, and prepare wet and dry chemicals.
O Kay!
I’m only warming up. Most of my work is routine labor. There’s an element of physical danger. It is not easy to have this job. I’m not the outdoors type.
Today I got the temperature level too high in the chemical levels in the glass plate processing room and had to get buckets of ice.
Sometimes I’m over a barrel—my wife and I agree.
To get anywhere in my life at this time!—rather, to get anywhere near my wife at this time!—that can take days. I have to go through the kitchen, the laundry—I have to go through hell! Not entirely true.
I ate by myself.
I went to our bedroom with a glass of water for her in the hopes of hearing her cheery cry.
She’s so warm—she’s kind and she’ll likely say, “Hi!”
Her hands were folded behind her head. She whispered, modestly.
This will pep me up.
From all outward appearances, there was substantial risk for lack of concentration, overenthusiastic response, unrealistic desires, emotional craving, weak discipline, pettiness, a tendency to show off, and temporary stops to take a breath.