Surprise, surprise my employer has found a job that "meets" my permanent restrictions. Fuck!!!! I thought I would never have to step into that factory again. Dad says, "nobody likes their job". No shit! I hate mine.
On the E. front, she keeps writing. She asked my opinion about her angry son. I remember a sweet fun boy of eight. Not an angry 20 something mixed up man/child. I feel for her. It's weird. I sent her my number in a message. Alarm bells ring my head but I keep writing her. Thank goodness she has a boyfriend and she is 150 miles away. No temptation that way. I guess I am still the broken man I thought.
Peace
dumbdavid
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