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Stuck Inside Of Burbank With The Venice Blues Again
So I've mentioned having an ex-wife in the days before Chana. I'll give the short version, because the long version contains several potential flashback journal entries for the future days when I have little to nothing to write about.
Anna and I originally met in the early 90s, shortly after I first started reading cards. I was a young man with severe emotional problems who was headed for a serious depressive phase (and in total denial about it), she was a young woman starved for affection and attention who had discovered that she could get said attention through increasingly bizarre behavior. Naturally, we were drawn to each other immediately and totally. The relationship itself lasted for nearly an entire disastrous year, and became nightmarish at the end. Finally, she ended up dropping me completely for Ricardo, the meth addict who had originally taught me to read cards.( Cut for length )
Anna and I originally met in the early 90s, shortly after I first started reading cards. I was a young man with severe emotional problems who was headed for a serious depressive phase (and in total denial about it), she was a young woman starved for affection and attention who had discovered that she could get said attention through increasingly bizarre behavior. Naturally, we were drawn to each other immediately and totally. The relationship itself lasted for nearly an entire disastrous year, and became nightmarish at the end. Finally, she ended up dropping me completely for Ricardo, the meth addict who had originally taught me to read cards.( Cut for length )
