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5-31-2010
Yesterday after the UCLA Jazz Reggae Fest we ended up walking past the Ronald Regan UCLA Hospital. That was a place I never wanted to find. Q-Tip has a song with a killer Dancing Machine sample. He had the crowd yelling Michael. Everyone got excited for me, except me. Living sucks this way. People are always inadvertently reminding me that half of my heart is dead. I’m glad I could obscure my face behind my big red hat. Went to a hooka bar and they played like 4-5 Mike songs. Felt weird to sin in his musical presence. I had a break down in the car on my way home last night. Yea, I still cry. Then I recently found out that June 25th falls on a Friday. I am afraid to go to work because I don’t think I will be able to hold it together because everyone will be talking about it. I kinda want this to be over with already. Just take me so I can stop suffering. The life of the grief stricken.
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