Saturday, August 3, 2024.
Wenatchee, Washington.

They are loading apples. They started late. It’s now 8:16 p.m.

I’m taking them to Atlanta.

I’ve been hitting on Kelly and Paula in texts, but I haven’t gotten much.

Paula wants me to pay for her $2500 monthly expenses, but I’m swimming in debt.

I’ve pinned all my hopes on Yasin. If he can come to the US next month, maybe we can get rich together.

If not, I have to devote myself to driving a truck. I love Paula and Kelly very much. I’ll work and send them my money. Or not. I don’t know, I’m bored. I’m very unhappy.