January 18, 2010

Kevin would not stop hiding the margarine container under his chair.  He would barely acknowledge it was there when I asked him to put it back.

Later, I was living in a town with my family (which was Asian), and John Lithgow lived down the street, but behaved more like his character, Arthur Mitchell.  I snuck into his house, but I can’t remember why, and someone else was there.  Later, I ran home but had gotten food from his house, and when he came to visit my parents I was sure he’d know I’d been there.  Instead he was tearfully happy to see me and talked about how we were all going on a camping trip together.  One of my aunts was Ele Knebel.

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