Upsetting
Saturday, September 21, 2002
 
I don’t have debts that an honest man can’t pay, but I got things I need to take care of.
I wanna put a ring on Ramona’s left hand, and I need to get the government off my back before I catch a tax-evasion charge.
I want to put a little dough together so Ramona and I can get a place of our own, somewhere we can walk barefoot in the yard.

So I work a lot. Too much, some might say.
I work every day. Every day of the week I am at work, trying to pull in a little extra so I can take care of these things in my life.

Funny thing is, I never cared about money – I still don’t, really.
I figure I’ll keep working ‘round the clock until I get these things squared, and then I’ll quit and drive a bus five days a week. That way, Ramona and I’ll have the things we need and be able to spend weekends together.

I think it’s a good plan, and Ramona’s patient.
She doesn’t think all this work is romantic, but she tolerates me, nonetheless. I tell her not to worry, that I’m not doing it all for her – I’m doing it for us.
 
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