I’m having my apartment painted. Ya know for Julie’s book party. I want her to be proud of me.
The guest room/my office used to be where dave wrote his music. I almost never went in there because he kept the heat up to a million.
So as I was saying I am having my apartment painted. My super and his helpers were up here yesterday pulling furniture away from the wall, taking down paintings etc.
On the desk was a big printer that doesn’t work but it was too heavy for me to lift. I asked them to take it away and dump it. I was throwing lots of things away.
They worked for several hours. After they left I went into my office to straighten out things.
On the desk behind where the printer had been was this, or these.
- I didn’t know dave smoked and
- Of course I found out that he was going steady and assume having sex in Japan.
- The surprise was that he was having sex in NYC with someone who could either get pregnant or give him cooties.
It’s a good thing that I’m such a shitty house keeper. If I had found this a few years ago it would have broken my heart.
Now all I could think was ” Oh my God, what if the guys saw this and thought it was mine?”
I wouldn’t mind if they thought I was a slut but a smoker????
A side note: I didn’t really examine much of the stuff I put in the garbage . Later that afternoon I bumped into George, one of the guys who was helping me and he handed me this.
“I know you didn’t mean to throw this away”
I must have trashed it with a bunch of books. It was written by my father.
I just hugged George.
See why I love living here?