16 January 2016

Well: I definitely just sat in a chair for about fourteen hours and wrote this. It is fourteen thousand words long. That’s a thousand words an hour. I think it is pretty good. I mean it’s all right I guess. There might be some typos. I combed through it twice but you never know. I’ll go through it again when I wake up. Anyway here it is:

OLD FRIENDS
AND NEW FREAKS

I got kind of emotional while writing it! I realized I have known so many good and interesting people. I am happy they let me get to know them.

Yeah baby! It’s 6:30 in the god dang morning and this junkyard dog’s gotta get under the sheets or else.

♫☆ミ

16 January 2016

OLD FRIENDS
AND NEW FREAKS

I left Texas in June 2013 and moved to the Bay Area. I already knew a lot of people there. I ended up meeting a lot of new people. Many of them were fine and interesting people. I am going to write about a few of those people.

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[M]

M found me in the beer aisle of the grocery store across the street from Golden Gate Park. I told her I was surprised they stocked Lone Star, which I used to drink all the time when I lived in Texas. We decided to get two huge beers and walk around the park brownbagging it. She said she didn’t know much about beer and I said I didn’t either. I said I only knew what tasted good to me and what didn’t.

She had me pick something out for her. I grabbed a bottle with a demon on it and handed it to her.. I got something with a high alcohol percentage. I was thinking economically because I was so broke. I wanted to get as twisted off five dollars worth of beer as I could.

16 January 2016

all day i have had this great sense of dread inside my chest. like the physical manifestation of dread. as in i can actually feel it!

the closet equivalent i can think of is when obi-wan senses that alderaan has been blown up by the death star.

15 January 2016

you fools and your tunnel vision, i swear!!!! did you think this was all there was???

15 January 2016

It is 10:30 p.m. EST and I have written seven thousand words today. I am going to keep writing until I finish this. I think it’s pretty good. But then what the hell do I know.

15 January 2016

marley

“Oh! captive, bound, and double-ironed,” cried the phantom, “not to know, that ages of incessant labour by immortal creatures, for this earth must pass into eternity before the good of which it is susceptible is all developed. Not to know that any Christian spirit working kindly in its little sphere, whatever it may be, will find its mortal life too short for its vast means of usefulness. Not to know that no space of regret can make amends for one life’s opportunity misused! Yet such was I! Oh! such was I!”

15 January 2016

My old roommate in Austin, who is also my childhood friend of 14 years, once told me he heard these lyrics:

“But I was searching for something
A sleepless night, painless and drugged”

. . . and said it reminded him of me. Hmmmm.

15 January 2016

the original title for “yesterday” was “scrambled eggs” and i think that’s really good.