Background: It’s 1986, I am twenty and temping for the summer at Wood Gundy’s Toronto head office.
I wish I didn’t understand so much – I realize now why (or at least partially why) so much of this world is fucked. When a person works five days a week – 8 hours a day, they want to have fun the remaining time. The tension/stress/anxiety of working is as much as people can handle. This is why nobody cares – they fucking well don’t feel like it! Help! I hate this lifestyle. This mindless complacent world – I will not choose much from this summer to become a part of me – or my reality that I am forming. Bleck! Yick!
We were both in second year university. Earlier in the summer she had stayed for a week with me at my parents. She didn’t come out to me for another three years, and I didn’t come out for almost a decade.
I am beginning to become quite detached from the opposite sex…I hope it is a stage – but what I really need is someone to renew my faith. It’s nice to have J around again – we get along quite well. He is still a special person. But I will lie and say I’ve got VD before I’d sleep with him again. I feel strange these days…
…I miss you Anne, so far you have been the best part of my summer. D and K really like you – K said, “I’ve never heard anyone laugh like that before.”
When Anne and I reconnected in 2008 her laugh had the power to evaporate time. I play it back so I will remember it always, but it fades anyway.
Take care Anne, win awards! with love…
