A coworker’s sister in Thailand is dying from AIDS that her husband transmitted to her by screwing some other chick. My coworker’s husband is in prison for the next fifty years for getting busted with a serious amount of cocaine and she is pregnant with his baby. She is my age and until today we had never talked and I’ve worked there for almost a year now. I have no right to agonize over my problems after hearing hers. Every time I see her she has a smile across her lips. She keeps it well hidden, much better than I. I don’t even know her name though she knew mine. I used to think I was a strong person.
August 27, 1999