June 27th 2021

 Margie is going away Tomorrow.  It's all very sexy and everything but what does it mean.  That's literally all he said.  New clothes, a car. That's it.  He misquoted the movie.  Poor man. Struggling to be respected.  He couldn't measure up to Michael Caine.  What was his name anyway?

     Everything changes.  Margie is going away.  I hope she has a good life from now on for what it is worth.  I think I will wear a tee shirt in case Margie wants to hug me good by.  I should have saved my money to buy Margie a beer.  Ahh well. It's a late day for regrets.  I look at the time, wondering how much time there is left to write.  I don't like writing much.  I have only gotten into it lately.  I want to leave something behind.  Poor moth attracted to the light, trapped. rrrrr the engine goes.  He must feel powerful for a few minutes.  Is it my anger that causes me to act ths way?  It is so hot today. I wonder if I have been cast into Hell without realizing it? I suppose the Moth enjoys charging at the light over and over.  It's hard to know.  I guess it's impossible with Margie. She isn't going to change.  She has her habits of thinking about things. Its her destiny