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May 11, 2005:

She taught me to drive a stick-shift, carefully and patiently, in the sloped parking lot behind the Vons in my old neighborhood. We were on break from college.

The parental unit expressed the predictable incomprehension of the standard middle-class-wannabe. "Where will she sleep?"

I liked her. She was kind and generous, and she adored me. It was one of the worst periods of total out-of-it-ness I ever knew, and I look back on it now wishing the timing had been better.

"With me, of course." Stupid question.