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my name is jj. i am 37 and i live in san francisco with my boyfriend, tommy.
we live in a dinky little room in the mission district between valencia and mission streets. it's an interesting neighborhood to live in. very culturally diverse. i can walk out my front door and hear two people, one from china and one from guatemala, arguing in english. i guess its like that in a lot of places now. i can dig it.
tommy works on alcatraz as a tour guide. he likes his job very much and we are both glad he has it. he hopes to get promoted to supervisor soon.
i work for a non-profit retail/resale store right here in my neighborhood, whose name i won't mention because we have transitional clients and i don't want to breach their right to confidentiality. all names will be changed for privacy purposes. i have just been promoted to supervisor of my department and that's good because the department of education found me a while back and has insisted that i start paying back my 17 year old student loan. i had completly forgotten about it. it seems it hadn't forgotten about me.
the intrest and the penalty fees were more than the principal loan.
hey, kids, pay off your loans right away, ok?
this morning at the sad and sorry hour of 4:30 the phone started ringing. tommy answered it and it was his sister calling to tell him that their mother succumed to the cancer she was diagnosed with not even a month ago. there was alot of crying here this morning and more than one nightmare between us.