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[uncleanton]

Tonight someone was saying some bullshit about Great Gatsby. And someone else was saying more bullshit about Raymond Carver. Right in front of me. Straight up. As if what they were saying was true. As if it were real. As if, somehow, they understood Fitzgerald and Carver. And I don't understand either, but I knew what they said was bullshit. And I

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[substitute]

"Will you fucking be quiet? FUCK?"

[uncleanton]

I was drunk when I wrote this (2:33 am)!! I barely remember writing this, or the incident that it's about.

And "I will cry myself to sleep"---that sounds like this whole thing is a jab at myself! "Look, I'm being an emotional fool and will now weep on my pillow like a high school girl."

Please don't be offended by this because being offended by it is just weird.