loathing at five am

met a girl who looked like clea duvall ("met a girl from austin in dallas"). she laughed alot and told odd things thought bridget jones was a great book. who knows baout all that but i was there i was there drinking jack and coke looking at a friend's paintings picking my favorites then sat rearing up and watched home for the holidays drinking jack and coke jack and coke jack and coke hoping it would be over be started soon who knows what could happen if we didn't start crying at the end. smoked a cigarette smoked a cigarette kept on going i always do laughing clea passed out tired sick mid laugh-stream in the movie and i went home long track no idea where i was no idea how i'd ended up somewhere awful and odd enticing strange. smoked a cigarette on the way home talked loud about it listened to music on the player windows down misty out five am it was all coming together i had to work in a few hours would be best to get sober get cleaned up get some sleep, but who lives for what would be best these days?

movie was good as always jack was good as always paintings were good laughter is good in increments sunlight is not good. it's best to sleep life off, how else will you be able to forget the things you loathe?

2002-09-26 | 5:33 p.m.
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