6/5/00 5:33 am
Sitting outside on -----'s back porch,
or balcony, or whatever it's supposed to be called. It's 11:30 local
time, morning. I am somewhat puzzled by circumstances. Smells are
coming back to haunt me. There is a lot more green here than in New York
and I know it's something missing in my life.
I had enough nerve to call comdirect's number. "Ihr Konto wurde gesperrt; Sie werden mit unseren Kundenbetreuer verbunden..." and of course I hung up. Slight relief, that no real damage can happen now, but I have no idea what I owe them, if anything. I think I can sit on that one for a while. I'm such a chicken shit.
Yes indeed, Stuttgart. What a place. Hard to believe I lived hereabouts for so long, hard to imagine why I stayed, why I left, why I haven't been back till now, all these things. Life is a mystery. I've changed a lot, it's clear, yet I'm still the same old Chasterus.
No plans for today except to
chat with -----. No plans for tomorrow except to say good-bye.