01 August 2009

a drunken letter to myself. found behind my bed.

verbatim, from the back of a torn envelope:

"i get the spins real easy these days partially to bad judgment partially because the boss won't let us eat or take a break and well hey

so i decide to go on one of my vomadventures and don't have glasses but make it towards crickets and water and i can almost hear the moon can't see it but know it's there a big ol' pancake of light

jesus i've invented the time machine and i'm 16."