back back back

I was back in Toronto for a few days again, but it’s time to leave now.
Every time I am leaving, my mother makes a scene.
She moves her right hand, as if she wants to grab a bottle, which she can’t even hold.
Goodbye Mommy. I am going back to my other world, back to my house in the smartest district of the
town, where the beautiful building fronts are constantly redecorated, where socially presentable men and
women go out to eat in exclusive delicatessens and drive around in their BMW’s. I am going back to my
boyfriend, Brian Steiger, who cares for me and loves the way in which I cause him excruciating pain, I am
going back to my job, that I am good at, and I love. In everyone’s mind there’s the world that we choose
for ourselves, which excludes all the other worlds.

Air Conditioning and no thoughts

I don’t know how I was able to survive 18 years of my life without drowning in the huge bucket of shit that
is my family.
The only thing that gives me hope is that sometimes when you are an asshole you get the end that you
deserve (yes, I am talking about you, mom).
I’d better go back to prepare the interview. I want to show Paul Hampel that he’s not dealing with a cub
reporter, and I don’t want him to think he’ll have a easy time with me just because I am a woman and I am
attracted to him. Brian, who is Paul’s psychologist, told me that Paul is kind of a viscid playboy. Anyway,
without Brian I couldn’t have gotten in contact with Paul Hampel — strange causality, but useful.