April 07, 2001
Mama Sugar Snap Peas
I was living with a family in Boston (for some reason, whenever I don't dream about my real city, it's Boston) and the eighteen-year-old son told me I didn't have a personality. So I packed up belongings, which fit in my Teletubbies backpack, and prepared to run away. As I was gathering things, I took two chocolate chip cookies. I went into the bathroom to look for things I had left behind, the guy told me how he had frosted the windows--finally--because anyone on the street could look just right in. I hopped on my bike and ran away. I didn't really know where I was going; I ended up at some soul food restaurant called "Mama Sugar Snap Peas." The woman greeted me at the door, so I walked in and went down the back stairs. I saw a scruffy gray cat.
I couldn't remember if I had started a diary called eva.diaryland.com or if that was someone else. (It wasn't me.)