198 Shakespeare St., San Francisco

The fight is over. It looked like it was going to drag on another day, but it ended today. I went to the darkroom and afterwards headed over to her place. I acted normally when I got there because we both said we could let go of it, but she was cold to me and neither of us felt comfortable. She made a big show of being happy when K, one of the Thai guys, called, but with me she read ‘Time’ magazine. Fuck you. So I said I didn’t know what to say. She replied that I didn’t have to say anything and so I decided to leave instead of just sitting there like an idiot. We hugged and I left and she called soon after pretending everything was back to normal. Fine. Everything’s back to fucking normal.