Day 151
[Text to Susan, while on
the way to airport on the way to Chicago for Chicago Marathon]
- Most dangerous phase of
visit home underway: getting ride to airport with drunkish Jan.
Day 152
“Who do you think will die
first, Rose or Jan?”
It was the eve of the
Chicago Marathon, and I was holding Susan in my arms late into the night. Susan
didn’t answer for a long time. I was about to ask her if she was still awake
when she finally responded.
“Rose, I guess. She’s bigger. Tell you the
truth, I think Jan is kind of ready to die.”
I turned to face her and
propped myself on an elbow. “Really?”
“Yeah. If Rose dies, he’ll
be dead in six months. If he dies first, Rose would be happy, and I think he’d
be happy. What does he have to live for, anyway? Shitty wine and an anal
fistula?”
I drifted off to sleep
pondering the question.
Day 153
Six weeks of no job plus avoiding
Jan and Rose plus the hilly terrain of San Jose has me in the best shape of my
life. I run a marathon personal best of more than thirty minutes. This is the
first substantially positive thing that’s happened to me in several months.
[Note: Two years later, I
have yet to even come close to this mark. I have no doubt – no doubt – that
Rose and Jan are at least partly to thank for this accomplishment.]
Day 154
[On the phone with my dad]
Noah: Sweet Christmas, how
can Jan be so lazy? The whole family’s crumbling and he just sits at the table,
staring into space.
Dad: He’s just resting up
for the eviction, son.
Next Time: Noah loses a job
after viewing porn during the interview.
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