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I dropped out of print shop cuz nobody’d let me do anything with the machines. Besides, I’d rather just be reading more.

I like Stevenson. He was tough at first, the language of it. I kept rolling with it tho.

And I’m deep in that Dr. Jekyll shit when a wila comes thru saying how I need to call Jerry after breakfast tomorrow at nine-thirty in the morning. It even has the number on it too, in case I forgot.

I didn’t forget. I stare at it for a minute before I chew it up and swallow it. It’s just paper.

It’s like the first thing calling me back to the outside world tho …

The first reminder in a while that nobody forgot me.