journal entry
January 5, 1994
I am riding all the way to Farmville for one lousy BDU shirt. 112 miles. What luck I have. At least I can check my mail. And watch Maida play Super Tecmo Bowl. Yeeeeeaaaayyy!
I wish I didn't have drill. I wish I could just sit on the third floor and read, write, play guitar, and sit in the dark and listen and watch storms outside tear apart the river with no one bothering me except when I want them to...who remembers a January 5? Nobody. Ever.
2 comments:
Did the river survive being torn apart, fag?
zzzzzingah!!! :)
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