He’s baack…

Rusty’s on his best behavior so that’s good. He’s mostly staying in Robby’s room watching TV and giving himself insulin shots, and going out on the front steps to smoke. He just cleaned the trash and soda cans out of Robby’s room, which was nice, but then he took it out to the dumpster. And he’s gone to the store twice so far.

I wish he’d stop that.

He just won’t sit still in Robby’s room and stay out of sight, you know? He looks so alarming with his long sun-bleached hair, badly sunburned face, torn jeans, shuffling gait and MISSING EYE, that I keep wondering what the neighbors are thinking. Not that I care–well, I guess I do. But mainly I don’t want the manager to give me any trouble.

[Update on reading my own entry:] Wow. How selfish is THAT?!