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As long as things go well with a man, his conscience is lenient and lets the ego do all sorts of things; but when misfortune befalls him, he searches his soul, acknowledges his sinfulness, heightens the demands of his conscience, imposes abstinences on himself and punishes himself with penances.
--Sigmund Freud
“Civilization and its Discontents”

Twenty-five years ago today

December 28, 1985
Saturday

Chad and I woke up. It was mid morning and we went over to my mom’s house where we ‘porked-out’ on some homemade cookies.

Our next stop was to Suzy Miller’s pad to deliver her Christmas gift. She ended up joining us for lunch at ‘Round Table Pizza’. It was just ‘okay’.


Chad’s right.
He said, “Suzy’s sort of boring.”
I feel the same (sort of) about Mike Miller at times—but not all the time.

After lunch Chad and I looked at some model homes that are for sale on Harbor Bay Isle. I re-met Terri Reiser-Long, a former high-school and all the way back to sixth grade classmate. She was in attendance, working at one of the Model Home Sales Offices.

Chad and I went home to lounge. When we woke up we decided to have a quiet dinner at LUNG KONG, a Chinese Restaurant.

We returned to my home to watch the movie GHOST STORY. Then it was time to go to bed. Yawn.

“Where’s HOME?” He asked.  The man pointed to his forehead.  This made sense.
The man nodded.  “I hear ya,” he said.
-John Katzenbach
“The Analyst”