.." Up front." What? Sid, where'd that come from?" Attica. I did a wooden nickel and I didn't drop a dime. Up front." I got two, what'r we arguing her...?" I want three up front, ain't no arguin' Johnny." It's a pop-pop job, c'mon, here's two, take it ... Shit. Happy?" Well. It ain't three." Don't worry about it. Get the other one at Denny's after. I'll buy ya a freakin' burger." Two burgers." Shut the fuck up! ... Right. Here's the deal she's stayin' at the 8 Days, upstairs room 226. She got. She called herself a Luddite because she wrote out all her first drafts longhand in a spiral notebook. Of course, she transferred it all to a laptop later, but she felt strongly about her first drafts. Morgan had a desk in the corner and spent nearly all her time on the computer or the phone. I felt bad about the fact that she was the only one of us that we didn’t have a class with because she was a year ahead of us. She even commented about being left out and considered taking a year break so. Would he really throw it all in now? It felt like daggers. One was fear and another reluctance; one was homophobia and another desire; one was skepticism and another need; and one was despair yet another the desire to please. “Brynn,” the man wooed, “It would mean ...everything.” Then leaning forwarded and in almost a whisper, “It’s what men want, Brynn. What we need. What … I haven’t felt it in so long. Please. Just … touch your tongue.”The boy was paralyzed by the demons of. : "Fuck, Mike! It happened, didn't it?"I wasn't ready to meet him. I wasn't ready to see anyone. I stayed inmy apartment mostly, slipping out at nights for groceries and things inan overcoat. I continued my daily recordings and my editor friend Jim kept watching. He continued to email me. It was the night I drank the scotch that I just lost it. I was drunkand irrational and all my frustrations came out. I showed my breasts ina fit of broken acknowledgement. I ranted about how I had.