when i was living in los Angeles, at the homeless shelter, about five months, around summer 2006/7. With all the African Americans there. There was one guy, during tv time, whenever someone on the bigscreen tv died, in a fictional, dramatic tv way, John D would utter his predictable observation: "checkout time".
now, as i sit in the hospital with an air of uncertainty and trepidation, waiting for our healthy daughter to be born ok in an hour or two by caesaerian, can't help thinking of John D and his predictable"checkout time" statements upon tv death.
they do say incarnating in the baby's body is like a kind of death or "checkout time" for the soul in heaven where it's comfortable prior to birth.
little whiles later, Scarlet is doing great but wants milk and her mom, instead she gets Benji, the ossie-Spaniard who has no milk. She just had a bout of crying but has calmed down some. She's instinctively looking to latch on. If Stephen Colbert had had gender reassignment surgery years ago and was here now he might be able to lend a boob. At least i quit smoking last Saturday so im not a total deadbeat.
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