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I just wrote Susan a poem. This 1 was about talking at the pool & losing track of time. It was boring. I am often in stuff like a rodeo, am a plumber, spies, terrorists, in our home next door to a crack house, etc. I enjoy writing adventure poems where Susan and I are the characters. A lady & I ere talking about reading at the pool. I said I had a brain injury. My psychologist said reading exercises every nerve. Smitty said Alebrt Einstein read every waking moment everyday. So I started reading 16 hours a day. But I started spending all my time working on my memoir. Writing about & collecting topics. 1 topic I have is Sherry. She called me over 2:30a. Woke me up. After I was penetrated, I went soft. The call was a shock. So was the sex. I went soft because I was soft, brushed, & fleecy. I was out of my zone. We suddenly decided it was wrong. I walked back home. It was 3.27.06. Papa's birthday. He died April 7, 2006. Dada dad. Same day Mom's mom died. My little brother died