Monday, April 28, 2003
at 6:23 PMShemp
I cannot live at home for the next year. It will shatter me emotionally. In my room I spent about twenty minutes sobbing at the very prospect of remaining here. Then in my neighborhood I walked my red eyes and swollen cheeks around a couple of blocks. At my approach, small children ducked behind cars or madly on their bicycles pedalled in the opposite direction. Now my eyeballs ache and my armpits stink.
If I remain here, that makes me a schmuck. A schmo. I would have failed before I started.
