Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: June 2004

June 30, 2004: Our host marches us smartly to an outdoor table...
June 29, 2004: Fortune cookie.
June 28, 2004: Abused child.
June 27, 2004: Airport Muzak.
June 26, 2004: Gone. I guess. I dunno.
June 25, 2004: You're pulling thread from your tongue.
June 24, 2004: Young woman, twenty, dark hair...
June 23, 2004: When they announced that the President was dead I lay my head on my desk and cried, at least a little bit.
June 22, 2004: In the early days he got the band banned...
June 21, 2004: Gas station, pickup truck.
June 20, 2004: Stress, insecurity, fatigue.
June 19, 2004: Evasion: childhood tactic for overcoming powerlessness.
June 18, 2004: It's better to lie than to go to school.
June 17, 2004: 148 Bonnie Meadow Road.
June 16, 2004: The consultants eat dinner in chain restaurants.
June 15, 2004: Texas blonde, 35, wire-thin.
June 14, 2004: Cloud canyons.
June 13, 2004: In the restaurant there's talk of oil wells.
June 12, 2004: Misuse of the apostrophe.
June 11, 2004: Ticonderoga.
June 10, 2004: In the dappled window light...
June 9, 2004: Juice drools from the corner of her pink mouth as she shrugs, laughing.
June 8, 2004: Evil with a smiling face.
June 7, 2004: Blonde.
June 6, 2004: When he hit her she collapsed backward against the wall...
June 5, 2004: My childhood friends were Wes, Pam, and Lulu.
June 4, 2004: Beside me a train passed...
June 3, 2004: "The vanity of anti-vanity."
June 2, 2004: "I didn't have any fun."
June 1, 2004: Skintones.