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May 26, 2001


Readers of this space have noticed I am sometimes at odds with my environment.   For example, I hate people.   Anyway, I am embarking on a "family vacation" tomorrow and I am pecking out my departing thoughts.

My deaf mute psychotherapist, Dr. H. Keller, told me I should "bring [myself] along for this vacation."    Actually, he pantomimed the advice, but you get the picture.   I am supposed to "parent" myself, figure out what I need, and get it.   Perhaps I'll send myself to my room with some hashish and a 20 year old hooker.   What he probably meant was that I should try to have some fun.   The problem is that I have no fucking idea how to do it.   My inner child has sand in his crack. 

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