Monday, June 23, 2008

May 3, 2008
I did a lot of blaming.

MAY 7, 2008
Our bathroom was so dirty. We mixed bleach and ammonia to clean it and breathed in the fumes. Stoned on top of it. We listened to Everclear while we packed, and then she put on Annie Hall. I managed to stay up for all of it. She didnt.
We felt disappointed, upset and confused later on the front porch and tried to decide which friends are worth it and which actions arent. We both cant wait to figure it out.
We stopped for fresh packs of cigarettes, drove to Punxy. Nothing good was on the radio. To us, this meant things were going to stay sucky. Big Run freaked the shit out of me, and we went home.

MAY 16
I spit in the bathtub.

May 17, 2008
I cupped water and drank out of my hands.

I'm afraid to let any of this out. I dont want someone else to figure me out before I do. You-ness is fucked up.

David told me that in this little town in Michigan, hippies have been in charge since 1960-something. They have a festival one day a year and everyone just gets high. Police have tried to stop it in the past, but everyone is so stoned that they dont give a shit. No violence.
One town over, police arrest frat boys.

1 comment:

My Idea of Fun said...

I miss you, and I'm so sorry I let you down.