trash

Back in northampton for one week. It's strange to be back here after two weeks away. My apartment feels that much more "mine". Sometimes I forget how uncomfortable it can get for me to bounce around in places where I am not surrounded by my own things. My things represent a lot to me. Also, my alocasia plant grew another sprout. It's trying so hard.

It keeps raining. but the rain comes in and goes out really awkwardly. Like it will thunder and get really dark but not rain. Or it will start pouring like I have never seen all of the sudden and then stop after three minutes. But no rainbows. Thats okay.

I fixed my tail light. It was just a fuse. I kept blowing the fuse on my radio because it is attached to the same fuse as my cigarette lighter, which keeps shorting it out for some reason. So I would just take the fuses for other things and put them in for my radio (obviously way more important than tail lights.) I finally bought some extra fuses and popped them in. Good as new. Now I just have to fix the heater core, front breaks, idol, and exhaust.

I really like my friends.

Shallow lakes coated with thin ice.

"What do you think of war?"
"There's nothing wrong with war" I said.
"Oh, yeah? Yeah?"
"Yeah. when you get into a taxi, that's war. When you buy a loaf of bread, that's war. When you buy a whore, that's war. Sometimes I need bread, taxis and whores."
"Hey you guys," said the man, "here's a guy who likes war"
Another guy came down to the end of the bar. He was dressed like the others. "You like war?"
"There's nothing wrong with it; it's a natural extension of our society."
"How many years you been in?"
"None."
"Where you from?"
"L.A."
"Well, I lost my best buddy to a land mine. BAM! And he was gone."
"But for the grace of God it might have been you"
"Don't get funny."
"I've been drinking. Got a light?"

og

Most days like this call for resilience, but some call for a break down. There are some people who have no where to turn, and then there are some who just do not want to. Afraid to turn the corner, turn the page, turn around and go back.

A new blog is exciting to me right now, because I have absolutely too much stuff swimming around in my head, and I am a faster typer than a scribe. Ready, set, go.

Words that end in "og" are always gross sounding.