He didn’t seem bothered by the situation, and we got back to my car without incident, and from there drove back to his house, where he immediately went to bed and I sat in the kitchen trying to figure out what had happened. I knew drugs had been involved, and alcohol. A party? Possibly. But beyond that vague impression I simply could not remember!
Okay, I told myself. This has got to stop.
I got out my black notebook and made an entry to this effect. I scanned the entries and saw the various occurrences of the number nine, among these other, life-questioning entries. Then I looked again at the number-nine entries in a bemused fashion.
I turned the page and wrote, rather large, a number nine. Because my hands weren’t all that steady, the line and the circle didn’t quite line up, but overlapped. I stared at the figure and puzzled. Then it struck me that the number appeared like a zero and a one together.