People quitting ocs4/9/2023 And I had to get my BA so I could start Grad school in 5 weeks. I spent the rest of that Sunday alternately sleeping and studying Chaucer for a class that I had to pass to get my BA. I had breakfast with the gang, got in my car and drove home. I was dizzy, wobbly on my feet, and fuzzier than the fog that rolls over the West Marin Hills on a summer evening. I do remember waking up the next morning, reaching up to examine my painful head and finding it swollen from the nape of my neck up past the crown and down the other side. It’s all gone, hours of my night, hours of my life. I don’t remember being unconscious and I don’t remember being back at the party. I don’t remember falling or waking up on the floor. I don’t remember if I tripped on a loose rug or slipped on wet linoleum. The most vivid image was of gleaming white tiles. I remember… nothing else of that evening, except, in retrospect and days later, when flashes showed me images I might have seen-maybe. I remember getting up to go to the bathroom and closing the door behind me. I remember snuggling close to a man who, thirty years earlier, I had almost loved. I remember being at a friend’s house, sitting at the table watching hands of poker being dealt.
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