Something I remember is the officer standing at the machine and giving it my information. He asked my eye color and I told him "hazel." "Don't fuck around," he said. "That's what it says on my license," I retorted. I was sobering up and it was not a pleasant situation to become cogniscent in-- handcuffed on a bench in a whitewashed room, with an ( Read more... )

though i have known you ( Read more... )

Last night Hana and I dressed up as delusions of Courtney Love's drug-addled mind. More accurately, we were an acid trip ( Read more... )

When I was seven the dishwasher broke; I would climb inside while my mother made dinner, and leave the door open. Dinner was usually eggs and toast, because the woman next door had chickens and helped us out. I was suspicious when my mother brought home fried chicken after her double shifts at work. More than once I was scolded for climbing to the ( Read more... )

If you could see what I see: Staring at myself for minutes, grinning slightly but not creepily, in the bathroom mirror which is sort of widescreen (read: cinematically) proportioned, 'The End' by The Doors playing in the background. It was certainly the opening scene to a movie wherein I go and make something of myself. Or die trying. Or actually ( Read more... )

Wednesday night I drank a lot of tequila. I went from here to there to this and that and then to a diner at 4:30 in the morning. I brought a beautiful girl home just as my dad was waking up for work. I stayed up for more hours, wrote a maudlin email, and then slept for an hour ( Read more... )

If I can produce this on demand, in ten minutes, why don't I do it more?

( halcyon days )

how far do you think i would get if i just left as in filled up my hippie backpack with powerbars and a nalgene, maybe even a change of clothes, grabbed the four dollars sitting on my bed and just walked out the door, took the ten minutes to get up to the interstate and just stuck my fucking thumb out. how long until my parents would have to come ( Read more... )

TUMULT IN THE HOMO COMMUNITY!!! i guess i mean whatever i am so much less concerned with whether faggots can be legally unpersecuted that whether i can maintain any of my faggoty relationships whilst being primarily apathetic ( Read more... )

I want to throw my life at your face and watch it splatter across it in slow motion and photograph it brilliantly and then write a the novel based on that photograph and become reclusive.

And that should be a perfect warning that something's the problem.