wtf
It's my morning off, JoAnna's first day back at work. Andy must sense the change; he offers no resistance to the resumption of the old workaway routine.
Eager to tackle some errands, I leave the house nearly two hours before my expected arrival at the library.
Paul 1, Perry 0.
I drive to West Towne, shop for shirts and a scarf at Sears. I charge my purchases, experiencing the plastic buzz I'm so familiar with, then continue the feeling at Waldenbooks. I pay cash for Maniac Cop at Suncoast Video. The Purple Rose of Cairo is no longer in stock.
Before my shopping spree, Barb hits me over the head with a verbal hammer. Dale was busted for cocaine last spring outside of Buffalo. It's new to me. Mom and Dad haven't breathed a word.
"I just can't figure out how after all these years, Dale still thinks he's invincible," I comment.
I also wonder how come she's so knowledgable about the location of Dale's beer and pot and cocaine.
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