East Bay Update

Jeff has been unhappily loafing around Autumn's apartment recouperating from surgery. His ankle was so badly mangled thanks to his little late night blind man muddy ditch adventure. Doctors had to cut open his leg and bolt in a metal plate. I do feel kinda bad for the guy, he was already having somewhat of a rough time out here. Jeff seems homesick and he doesn't have much of a social life. Now that he's hobbling around on crutches with a plaster cast halfway up his leg he's even more isolated from the world. Lately he's been a hermit, surfing the web and hiding out in his bedroom for most of the day.

Driving around the east bay this weekend with Autumn, I could hear the gears in her Honda's transmission making a bunch more racket than usual. Made me very nervous. There's a constant buzzing sound when she shifts into gear. As far as I can tell Autumn hasn't even noticed the increased noise. I still haven't mustered up the courage to tell her I probably wrecked the transmission. Honesty is the best policy, I know this. I am always trying to be up front about stuff but for some reason I just can't come out and say something. My foot slipping off the clutch pedal was a pure accident. Nevertheless it's like I'm muted by a fear that she will rage on me and end up hating my guts if I come clean about it. Fuck. I better figure out how to deal with this situation soon before things really get out of control.