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2003-12-19 - 6:46 a.m.

I spoke to my friend Big Jim last night. He was a guy I knew back east, ans he always spoke in code. If he sent me something in the mail, he'd say "The chicken's in the coop." Like we were running a porn ring. He's a cool guy, he has told me for as long as I've known him that he sees ghosts walking around, but they look like people, only they wear plaid. He's also about 45, so I don't guess it's a phase. I asked him yesterday if he still sees them, and he said yes. Everything else about him makes sense, so maybe he does. His father just died a few months ago, who he hated immensely because he was a bastard and used to beat him silly. I spoke to his mother at the end of our conversation, and she broke down crying, I felt horrible. They were married over 50 years, she said she finally got him the way she wanted and he goes and dies like that. All I could say was, you had a good run.

I knew Big Jim for a year before I realized I knew him years before that. We were driving in a shady area near this car wash built right next to a broken down house, which was turquoise by the way, and I mentioned casually that I used to do drugs there before I got sober. He said me too, but I used to have a beard and I look nothing like I used to. I turned completely white, because I remembered him totally. His nickname used to be Hillbilly Jim and he was fucked up beyond belief (unlike his current dead-seeing self). He used to wear overalls and had a huge beard and he looked like that hillbilly wrestler guy. A woman named Pegleg Barbara owned that house and she was a complete crackhead, she was crazier than any of her visitors, she used to hop around screaming at no one. One time a guy had a heart attack on her floor while they were freebasing, and she grabbed the pipe and said, get him the hell out of here, and don't waste my hit! Anyway, she's dead now too.

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