first:

someone snuck into my apartment tonight. they’re laying next to me right now. it’s 3 am. i’m full, full of shit, and tired. smoked ganja all friday night and all saturday. waiting for my wife. might as well stay up, since i think she is one of two girls. and one of them might be at the bus stop in 5 or so hours. feel disgusted with myself, but that’s not new; i’m just alone again. – sugar left. it’s finally done between us.

2. i’m waiting till the full moon to go turn myself in to the rehab place; the place where everyone but i want me to go. i have listened so much that i am pretty sure that i want to be there too, but still, this is the first i have been alone without a comrade in too long, i forgot what it is like.

3. i hate pressing pause on my mp3 player. i just read a comic, stoned, about the Joker dieing. i can’t think of the world trade center anymore – it’s all i can think about when i’m interacting with my A.I.

4. working on a new zine. the other night drank gin and wounded the work. but i ain’t got anything else to do, so i’ma gonna work, cause quitting’s for quitters.