Monday, October 20th
 (dictated 6:40 pm, Oct 29) 

     I just got back from  dinner, and 
Darryl did a fucking awesome job, but  
more on that later, because right now, 
I’m jumping back to Monday, the twen-  
tieth.                                 
     That was the day I had to go in   
and see the  DA about my little        
accident.                              
     He was not a happy camper, and    
that was putting it nicely.            
*      At least, that’s what his secre-    
tary said, when she called last Friday 
to invite me in.                       
     “Bring a toothbrush,” was the last
thing she said.                        
     I was not looking forward to that 
meeting at all, and that’s putting it  
optimistically. I’m usually not that   
good at being the optimist, but Beth   
was.                                   
     And sometimes, she wasn’t.        
     “Damn babe, I hope that prison is 
close by, you know, so I can go visit  
and shit, and I don’t even  know your  
real name. What do I say? I’ve come to 
see the Little Criminal? Yeah, that’ll 
go over big,” she said, and then calmly
took a sip of her coffee.              
     “You might think it’s funny, but  
that could really happen. As a matter  
of fact, I bought a new toothbrush,    
just in case.”                         
     I showed it to her, and she       
laughed, “Don’t worry. You ain’t going 
nowhere.”                              



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