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Most of the time I am Jack's failed sense of humor, but tonight I am Stephen's foiled ambitions. Last night Justin was called off to go to the Gladewater Rodeo; tonight to photograph a fatal auto accident somewhere (the reporter called him after he left to go home, because she'd just heard there was a death over the police scanner; at the time he left my apartment he did not know where the crash was, but hopefully he's been informed). Tomorrow he won't have to work, but we still won't be able to do any of the things we'd had planned, because his mom has to go to work and lord knows his 15-year-old brother can't be left by himself for any length of time or he will melt. Tuesday I work late and Wednesday and Thursday I don't get off until 9 and he never comes over that late because his mom yells at him if he comes home after 10 because "it wakes her up" when he opens the door. Apparently my punishment for spending a night and a day in a row with him is to not see him at all for a week.
Sometimes this brings me so very low.
Sometimes this brings me so very low.