I want to tell my story in chronological order. Unfortunately, things don’t always happen to me in chronological order. Some things happen before other things one time, and then next time it’s the other way around. I might not remember Tuesday until Sunday, you see what I mean? And a month or so of Wednesdays are simply gone forever.
Night should follow day, and day follow night. That’s how it’s supposed to work, but it comes out more like a shotgun blast or a spiral paint splatter design.
Night follows night follows night and really, I have no idea where the days have gone and what they’re doing wherever they’ve wound up.
I started in 1957 and I was supposed to end in 1980. Twenty three years & four days, that was the plan. There was no point in keeping track, in insisting on order, chronological or otherwise, when I knew it was all going to end, badly. I had an expiration date, like a quart of milk. I made no plan for living past July 27, 1980.
I want to tell this story in chronological order. But things simply don’t happen to me that way.
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