October 4, 2007
Fred welcomed me -- a wacked-out long-haired pistol-toting knife-carrying unemployed low-rent Texafied yankee sleaze-bag -- into his pure-bred small-town capital 'T' Texas family; more than any other, Fred extended himself to me when Kelly dragged my dumb ass to meet her people. I liked him, a lot, and paid him mind, talked with him. I sat with him -- no one else was -- and was at ease. I was closer to him than to the others. A warm and kind man.
And I've trashed -- such foolishness -- my tenuous relations with the rest of them, I'm WAY on the outside.
A hard day.