Tonight someone asked me what my greatest motivations in life were and I said “boredom and loneliness”

“some people died somewhere, though he didn’t know who or where and never would; and like every night he jerked off and went to sleep”

my cat loves townes van zandt

just when you think the world’s a joke

the joke’s on you

be free, humans

for god’s sake wake up and be free

(et cetera)

I took this for my friend Amy to show WHAT GOES ON IN THE DARK but hell here it is

Today my little sister succeeded in making me feel cool for about fifteen seconds at Muir Beach by taking a candid picture of me looking down at that terrifying 100-foot drop to the Pacific Ocean and thinking about death or some shit

Can’t take this life straight! Can’t be awake without stimulants!!! Can’t dream without sleep-inducing supplements!!!!

I should be asleep, or working on one of the dozens of writing projects I can’t seem to god damn finish

But instead I’m going to drive to Temescal and pick up a lady I’ve never met before and smoke cigarettes with her for an hour while we both laugh like hell at this dumb madness