I can only feel something good when I’m drunk. Because I’m nervous as fuck when I’m around you people. And that fact makes me more nervous. I keep hoping I’ll have a breakthrough, a glorious moment when I’ll realize where I actually am, what the consequences actually are, and where I’ll stop giving actual fucks …
Yearly Archives: 2016
So Big and So Strong
Hey Stacy– Remember that night after the night when we first met? We were hanging out at Maxine’s in Hot Springs, getting our buzz on. Live guitarist sang “Come a Little Bit Closer” as part of his acoustic coffee-bar set. Remember that girl, the waitress? Remember, during the chorus, she put down her tray on …
Requiem for Greg, Who Lived In Excellence
Requiescat In Pace, Greg Reddin, my friend. Greg was my best friend in high school. He took me in when I needed a friend. At the time, I was in a state of floating between groups of acquaintances, without anchor, associating with a group of people who insulted me at every opportunity. I would occasionally look …
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Sssssssss
Snakes will no longer be called “sneks”. They will be called “nope ropes”. Please write that down in your LiveJournals.
Camel
Woke up taking a mental inventory of the women I have been involved with throughout my life. The account of the sparseness and brevity of each relationship is sobering. Calendar dates are fuzzy, but the dating sticks in my mind; so infrequent, they’re like oases in the desert. Taking inventory is a depressing activity, and …