Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: July 2007

July 31, 2007: I did it, I did it...
July 30, 2007: How at home she looked...
July 29, 2007: It's the first time I've ever met anyone...
July 28, 2007: So sad...
July 27, 2007: I miss the smell of her cigarettes...
July 26, 2007: So cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold.
July 25, 2007: Crushed pack of clove cigarettes...
July 24, 2007: Slips in the shower...
July 23, 2007: We were in line at a thrift store when a small child began to scream.
July 22, 2007: The crime of inattention.
July 21, 2007: "I've had that quiet warmth for twelve years."
July 20, 2007: She was offended when I asked her what she wants to be when she grows up.
July 19, 2007: I wish more than anything...
July 18, 2007: Smiles sarcastically, staggers, flips you off.
July 17, 2007: Lives to be injured.
July 16, 2007: Lies to her friends.
July 15, 2007: Stirring, on the couch.
July 14, 2007: From the couch, between snores and fitful snorts...
July 13, 2007: Crash, loud, a heavy human body falling in the shower.
July 12, 2007: The hidden bottle.
July 11, 2007: The cushion is ripped.
July 10, 2007: Panic attacks...
July 9, 2007: Fear and stress...
July 8, 2007: "I drink because I still want to..."
July 7, 2007: A note came from on high...
July 6, 2007: "Whatever we do..."
July 5, 2007: Snow on the ground.
July 4, 2007: Takes you by both hands...
July 3, 2007: "I will make you this deal."
July 2, 2007: Twenty-foot drop.
July 1, 2007: City of wine.