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I haven't not cried one day since Chavez died. I will love him forever.
Though yesterday was darn anomalous. Despite my heartbreak and demoralization, without any warning I was my old, goofy, upbeat, leave-'em-rolling-in-the-aisles self in town. Every month I go down to Crescent City and handle all my bills and do the pharmacy and the grocery store that sells my mango fizzy water... chores... watch my wad of cash evaporate into nothing... endure the gloomy citizens of that town.
I think I did mention that I was getting a good response from some of them when I smiled at them first, but yesterday I just treated them all like they were my guests or something. I was goddam dancing and singing in Walgreen's. I was striding purposely and painlessly down the street. I stopped and yelled at a couple haircuts who were trying to get money to impeach Obama to save NASA. I swear they're the same two who I heard years ago going on and on about what superheroes and what supervillains they would pit against each other.
They accused me of being "pessimistic". I told them when they are ready to go to DC and pluck him out from behind his desk and frogmarch him into jail, then I'm with them. The post office was abuzz with conflicting opinions on what was wrong with those two out there.
Still, I had everyone with whom I came in contact yesterday laughing.
My lights were on.
I stopped eating any kind of grain. I'm taking all the supplements Tony prescribed.
I can almost see my face again.
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