August 4, 1980

           Monday again. Work tomorrow. The metal detector out for a run. Too much background interference, but I found a lot of tinfoil. He was real anxious to leave when we didn't find a bunch of money first try. I blew a speaker, my troubled side. Ouch! Rob and Tim and I went to the gold nugget, that could be an OK place if they tried. The band was very similar to All The King's Men. Same music too.

           Same music too. Lisa, Dave's cousin of boost, she's going to drive that heap to Calgary. Good luck lady. I did everything together. Had to spell it out for, look Lisa. This morning and we'll see if we can't get something happening. What a dud. Yes not no, or even I'll have to think, no Sir. She says uh I think I'll go bar hopping. I didn't get her drunk and she don't give it for free. Sour grapes. I tried everything even accidentally rubbing me (I am not going to print this next phrase.)
           I said every decent yet provocative word I knew ah, shove it Lady. A easonable adjusted woman whatever responded.

[Author's note 2025: while it is agains policy to censor, the reader is reminded I was quite young at the time of writing and some of the material was never meant to be broaddast.]

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