I finally got in touch with Richard. He kept asking me how I was doing, which made me feel bad somehow, and then he gave me some advice, addressing me by name. “Harlan,” he said, “You’re not invisible. You need to stop staring at women.” I have no idea what he’s talking about. I was thinking about getting together with Richard for drinks or coffee, but I’m just not up for it. And no, I didn’t go to my brother’s house. I didn’t feel like trying to patch up old wounds right now. Besides, I got caught up playing online poker. I cannot believe how many bad beats I took. I’m down more than a thousand dollars. Actually, I’m down more than two thousand dollars. I’ll get it back.