05-07-02 - 9:09 a.m.
dave, the guy with the brain tumor who accompanied me to the carnival, somehow wrangled my cell phone number from rachel and called me last night from a pay phone outside his motorhome. he's a duplicate of my ex-husband, only with a brain, and that makes him scary. he wanted me to come over. i said no. he wanted to shoot pool. i said no. he wanted me to sit in a hot tub. i said no. i asked if i was giving him mixed signals.
oh that's right, he said, mocking me, i forgot. you're in love.
you make it sound like a bad thing, i told him.
he called me a sucker.