03-17-05 - 7:09 p.m.
now that i've transferred back to receiving, i'm in close contact with carey, the seymour cassel lookalike who used to work in garden but now assembles bicycles and furniture. lately, he's been complaining about wendy, the woman whose name is tattooed on his arm. wendy, it seems, can't hold up her end of the financial responsibilities in a 50/50 relationship.
i'm fed up to here, he told me today, and gestured to his forehead.
and when you're fed up to here, i said, gesturing to the top of my head, what happens?
he shrugged.
i'll take you out to dinner and have you for dessert.