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Is it autobiographical?

Can I use it? (For the book. As inspiration I mean.)

If it means anything, will it kill me when I find out?

I . . .

(Dues? twenty-fricking-four!)

Whose dues did she pay?

How did the (certain thing) come about? (Abuse. Disease.)

Photo. I know the photo. (Not the one with Marcia, either. She didn’t even look at him. Bleh.) No. The one with the teeth and the ring. ( The one that looks like somebody is holding somebody up. She sure seemed to be enjoying it. I did mention the teeth, didn’t I? )

For granted. What? That she wasn’t (somewhere around) twelve when you met. That you could possibly have one (pardon my French) damn thing in common, besides her desire to be rich and your desire to run somebody’s life. (Not a misogynist. A damn sadist.)
And then suddenly they play “Don’t Ask Me Why”
Thank goodness for Billy Joel songs.

(I probably should not write this. But my life being what it is at this moment, I don’t give a damn who reads it or what they might think! I need to get these things out of my head and heart before they both explode.)