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"It looks like Bukowski exploded in here ( Read more... )

"This is not funny shit," I say. And then all I can think to say is, "depraved." And everyone sort of chuckles, and I want to snap them all in two.
"He's dead, you stupid fucks."
And everyone sort of chuckles, again.

Rhubarb's out of season, and anyway...I've been wildly unsociable the past few days. Nothing sounds worthwhile except sleeping and reading ( Read more... )

It's 2:30 in the morning and I've just turned off the a/c. No matter how wintry the weather gets, Scott leaves it on full blast. I think he's trying to teach me a lesson ( Read more... )

i'm hoping this marks the turn of a corner. some of it's unnecessary to post, but whatever ( Read more... )

“I never asked for this,” he whispered, picking at the dirt under his fingernail. “My life. My love. My location. My misfortunes. All handed to me by the invisible proprietors of hard luck.” He wanted to write, but didn't know how. Actually, he did. Knew better than David Sedaris and Nick Hornby and whomever else was selling book rights in ( Read more... )

i'm fine. three misdemeanors. don't worry about it.

alex schaffner, i'm told, is fine. tori says she's concious and out of the hospital, but i can't get her number to call and check.

school tomorrow. i've got no new clothes nor any school supplies.

i'll post some writings soon. i've got a couple just eating up pages in my journal.

i just nearly had an existential crisis ( Read more... )

..and on the way home, we played a game. We opened all the car windows so book pages and chip bags floated like satellites and Wyatt sped through back roads as fast as his decrepit little car would take us. And max and I sat in the back with our eyes closed and put our faces directly into the rivers of air coming in through the windows, going 85 ( Read more... )