Kept on playing basketball this afternoon with the Filipino sailors. We beat some Americans but I got brutally sunburned. It’s hotter there than in New York in the summer, but despite being trapped in Penang, I’m actually happy to be here. I don’t really know how I’m going to get out of here. Maybe I’ll ask one of the sailors if I can hitch a ride on this ship as a dishwasher. I’ve never gone to sea. At least pot-walloping shouldn’t be too dangerous and I’m sure there’s some ships traveling to Europe from Penang.
I figured out why Julia is really angry at me last week when I came to a resort on Langewai, she was speaking the Giancarlo. And he had informed her but I had rented my apartment to Cassandra his mistress as their love nest. And it was the truth.
Back in 1991.
I didn’t say anything then, because I was trying to make money for myself and I didn’t think she needed to know about his affair. No Lies ever stays alive forever.
After that I really spoke to Giancarlo. I was wrong I should have told her that I shouldn’t even never done it, but you looked at as another betrayal by the people she loved. He was because of not staying with her when she was sick on the island. I was wrong. I guess my name is s*** to them. Hopefully their daughter Alice well forgive me. After all canopy when you can’t forgive yourself. To forgive his human. To forget is divine.
Why don’t lesbians lisp?