14 April 2003

It's night and winter. I am just arriving back to Denver. I have a lot of baggage that is difficult to carry. I wait for Brian, but he never shows, so I catch the bus. It's the 15, and it's crowded. I pull the cord to get off at Birch, but the bus doesn't stop. Then I try to catch another bus going back the same way, but it turns into a hoopla. I end up walking home, carrying all the baggage. I'm angry and it's all focused on Brian.
When I get to the house where we live, there is some sort of stand off. Anthony and a few others are inside, keeping everyone else out. They let me in and I go upstairs to my room. There Brian is, wearing a costume, dressed as a prince, and asleep. I tell him all my troubles in getting back. He apologizes, yet does not appear to be affected in any way by what I am telling him.