It’s 2007? ’08? ’09? It’s pre-Lurlene. I am hanging out with Peggy.
We’re talking about my then-current girlfriend, Prozac. I am going to Michigan for a visit. I in no way want Prozac along for the ride. (This trip actually happened in ’09)
Where it goes from ordinary weirdness to creepy is we’re chatting about this all the while I am fingering this chick. I know she would jump me/accept me back in a heartbeat. I didn’t want that in real life; I don’t want that even in crazyland.
Worse, all this fooling around is evidently occurring at Mom’s house. And, she’s around somewhere.