Day 3. Hippy Duck's. 8:58PM
A band is playing some fuzz in the back of the place. i don't know what they sound live. Couldn't care. I'm three shots of gentelman jack in and I sip on the tail end of a beer that is circling like piss in the pot. The band is loud adn there is a woman in the front threatening to expose her breasts. she is youthful but
to see that. You can believe that or not.
I called Mindy earlier to confirm her attendance and she sprung it on me that her father was in some sort of need and she couldn't come.
She said he took down a glass of milk like he used to but that he vomittted all over the spotted recliner in the corner. Degrand smelled like a soiled chicken's pen today and it took every ounce of my concentration to finish today. Every opportunity available to leave the office i took. I worked all through lunch hour to make up for time spent away from him. I wish I could call Kenny I feel as if though he could make me feel better than this band is making me feel right now.