April 8, 1992
Not one but three DHL packages arrived today – a batch of mail from Mom, a packet of fun stuff from Brian, and five copies of Mac Prince in the new odd-shaped candy box, which – I have to say – looks great, absolutely great. I’m impressed.
It’s sort of cheering to get all this stuff in the mail that’s slickly packaged and brightly colored and aesthetically appealing and full of your name and hyperbole about how great you are. Makes a guy feel more confident about facing the world.
At the same time, though, it feels sort of lonely, because I don’t really have anyone to share it with.
I called Patrick. He’s been having problems with his mother and brother. I asked if there was anything I could do.
He said: “Do you have a ticket to the planet Mars?”
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