Friday, October 18, 2019

The Death of a Salesman - Diary #4

Willy- page 105

I haven't been to that restaurant in years. Last time I was there I was with Linda, and I was eating a fat steak with some bourbon. And last time I'rrrr remember, Biff was a salesman. What was that nonsense, Biff was saying that he was not a salesman but instead a shipping clerk. Practically, he was a salesman. Tryna tell me stories from the past, I'm not interested in that. Ive got way more important things going on that that. I was fired today, godamit. What will I tell Linda. That woman has been through hell and has waited so long. She has waited and waited. I have no more excuses, no more stories left in me. I need some good news to tell her. But what will I tell her. I have no good news to tell her, none. I don't want to make her suffer anymore. I have to make it up to her, but how?
And Biff just had to go and flunk math. If he had passed math we wouldn't be going through this. He would have went to college and all would have been well. He would of had a decent job. But he just had to flunk math. And I had nothing to do with his flunking. It was not me, it was his fault, not mine. Why are they always trying to blame everything on me. I didn't flunk him, he did. He flunked himself. Thats why he is no good for anything, no good. He flunked himself, it was all his fault not mine. I cant believe that he stole Oliver's pen,but not just any pen, that no good stole his golden fountain pen. How does one screw up like this. All Biff has to do is give it back to Oliver, but he doesn't want to. Which is why he will never be anything because he doesn't want to be anything. All he has to do to make this straight is to tell Oliver that it was an oversight in his part or that he didn't notice he had taken it. So simple, yet I still cant get biff to go talk to Oliver. If he didn't want to talk to Oliver in the first place, why did he go talk to him then.

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