Wednesday, May 08, 2002
ah, fuck. They killed it. The one Thing that grew without my having to tend It every day, that understood the concept of tough love. It was bad enough when they uprooted my father's plant; how could they kill mine too? Grrrrrrr, I wish those workers had never re-laid the cement in the driveway, in the pathway, and in the storm drain. Itai, it hurts.
Posted by Apple at 7:10 PM