Trailer Guy's journal

When I gave Trailer Guy a journal he got kind of upset. He seemed to believe his ex had put me up to this. Or the other girls. The other girls had given him a journal.
The journal was handmade, section-sewn, which is my favorite, because it opens all the way. A section-sewn journal doesn't  have that spine tension. You don't want tension when you write. Barriers. A bad keyboard. Bad pens. You only want to think about what you need to say. You need to focus on the words. 

Trailer Guy wrote in the journal, a few lines, and then left it. A signal it wasn't wanted. And I threw it away without reading what he had written. What a waste a time. To make a journal, gift it, have someone write in it and then leave it. Rude. 

Of course I read what he wrote.

It was boring and sad. Just like him.

He wasn't boring or sad. The writing wasn't boring or sad. I forgot what he had written. Mostly. He had said something about how you shouldn't put your thoughts out there because then people will know you are crazy. He didn't want to sort it out. Or he didn't want to try.