Vague Insanty 057

I am sitting here, eating broccoli, trying to compose my life and also trying to remember the name of the Asian lady I met in high school who was desperately annoyed with her husband, and for that reason, slept with me repeatedly and then told all her friends who told her husband and thus a marriage was destroyed.

I am hoping, in the back of my mind, that it was something exotic, like Wai Shu Li Ping, and her name meant Cascading Mountain Spring in her native dialect, but I'm pretty sure it was something like Cathy Haisaiku. I definitely remember the car was an old Chevy Nova with faded green paint.

She got her divorce, and I got another notch and a really weird and slightly disturbing Christmas card out of the deal.

Mr. Haisaiku, or whatever his name was, just got betrayed and lost a very pretty wife, but I think he was gay, or sleeping with other men or women or some sort electric toy, anyway. He definitely wasn't spending time with his wife, as I only ever saw him ONCE. I told him I was the plumber looking at a broken sink in their bedroom, and he seemed to believe me without question.

I just hope to hell that Chevy Nova wasn't his.