Most of my time is spent feeling confused, and wondering about things, and asking questions that no one could ever possibly answer. The real tragedy is that I am not smart and I have nothing interesting to do with my observations except write them down. They’re just . . . there. I look at them sometimes and then shrug and put them away. Man.

I do my best to avoid ‘art’ (lol), but when I am absolutely confronted with it and there is no escape, I quietly say one of two things to myself: “Oh” or “OK.”

I think I’m the only person in the history of the world who liked high school

In the morning (or, more realistically, the late afternoon), I will disagree with everything my brain is thinking right now.

Man. When you have almost nothing to live for, it is very difficult to do even the simple things.

the rorschach of oakland, that’s me

all i’ve got right now are a couple of cheap thrills and a whole bunch of dead air.

sometimes my heart warms and i’ll think, “well it sure would be nice to see some people again, and to do things again, just like i used to.”

but mostly i am alone, and it is better this way i reckon.

. . . an ongoing project!!!