Recommendations

Date: 3/30/2019

Dani breaks up with me, apologetically, and recommends her friend Emma/Emily. "She's at a much better stage in her life," she says. It appers this conversation is via text, but it seems so much more real and in-person because I can ser her and hear her voice. There's an error message on the texting screen. (It's not the only thing that's broken.) I'm visiting in a house with my mom, brothers, and Michele. My uncle Paul sits on the couch with me. He asks, "What's your sin code?" I choke on my soul patch hairs, pull them out of my mouth and ask, "What? ...You mean my SSN?" He does. I ask what it's for and he shows me the kindle tablet he gave us. He's trying to sign me up for an app that helps you drive safer and makes communication better, something including hands-free phone calls. I say no, because I have enough apps on my phone already. But it's also because I don't want to give out my SSN this time. I talk with him more to be friendly. I take the cover off my laptop, like a case for a phone, and underneath, as I wipe it, it's greasy.