JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thu, April 6, 2006 2:45:44 PM
Subject: Re: Imaginary friend
I was disappointed I got only an hour of my imaginary girlfriend this morning. The previous 3 days of 4 hours was spoiling me.
Damn I am one bored loser homeless guy.
I literally almost expect someone to stab me in the back with a knife when someone walks behind me on the street. I don't know why that has started bothering me. I feel like my thought processes are still pretty normal, but I do think about a lot of stuff, got nothing else to do.
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1990 film "Navy Seals" DVD video:
00:06:48
US Navy Chief Petty Officer Graham - United States Navy SEAL: That's a crazy motherfucker.
US Navy Lieutenant James Curran - United States Navy SEAL: I hope he dies of pneumonia.
US Navy Chief Petty Officer Graham - United States Navy SEAL: Did you see that shit?
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/18/2006 2:35 PM
There is this recurring sound outside my window every night. Until I found out where it was coming from and figured out what it was, I imagined it was the sound from a falling aircraft. It sounded like an airplane that was raised about twenty feet and then dropped to the ground.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2006 21:43:45 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Issaquah
To: "Kerry Burgess"
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2001966828_whycostco28.html
Monday, June 28, 2004
[...]the former president arrives here Wednesday to autograph copies of his book, his first scheduled stop will be the discount retail warehouse Costco in Issaquah.
[When I just read something Bill Clinton read about not wanting to "pile on" to Cheney's shooting incident, I remembered this. The day I went back to Microsoft to ask for my job back, he was at this Costco, which I could see from the window at my cube. I thought that was quite the coincidence, and I hoped it was a good sign, albeit something extraordinary that defied my logic. I remember now too that it was on the other side of the street from that Costco where I went face first into the concrete after my bike slipped on a slick bridge. I had a black eye for a week. I still remember the date for some reason: Feb 1, 2002. I think I remembered it because I had another accident on Dec. 23, 2001, when I was biking around Lake Washington. At the 30 mile point of that 60 mile trip, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard and fast. One minute I was riding along, the next minute I was looking at my feet as I went sliding across the road. Damn that hurt. I dislocated my shoulder because my elbow hit first or right about the same time as my knee. I could barely raise my arm if at all for weeks after that. It was pretty uncomfortable riding the remaining 30 miles back home. And the whole way there and for a time afterwards, I could almost hear something, it was unusal, the way you can feel like there is something on your tongue as that saying goes, but with this, I could almost hear a "thud" sound for a while after, the sound of me hitting the ground.
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