September 2009
10 posts
Bukowski, waffles, and Volcano Choir. What a night.
God damn it. I’m lonely as hell.
“I feel guilty when people say I’m the greatest on the scene. What’s...”
– Jimi Hendrix
A piece of fiction that I wrote today:
Today’s the day. Today I get it, or I don’t, whichever the case may be. It’s all coming together, and it’s all falling apart. Night after night, I sit here, in this dark, sty of a room, wondering when. It has all led up to this, this moment of enlightenment. My palms are sweaty, I can’t believe it is finally here. I feel an itch just under my right eye, and as I...
What is this all leading up to? Where is the climax? Where is the plateau? I sometimes feel as if I am on a path to nowhere.