Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Seven weeks later, he returned to California with Gothic.
"Did you get some good ones today, Gothic?"
"Can I see some of them?"
"I"ll show you the ones I took."
"But I can't see yours?"
"No. They're for me."
"What if I take a whole bunch of pictures of you and I don't let you see them?"
"Well, you can't stop me, Gothic. It's happening."
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Monday, September 03, 2012
screwdriver incident then; the professional piercing was still a few weeks off.
I can't explain why it's bothering me this much, this anniversary of a brief conversation. It wasn't even the most painful discussion that we had in those long few months of last year. I can't explain it to my housemates, can't explain it to the Amazon, can't explain it to Hardt. Maybe I can't explain it to them because I can't explain it to myself. Doc would probably be able to help me work through it, but, for reasons that will become clear, she and I don't delve too deeply into this corner of my emotional baggage. "I dunno. I'm just in a mood. I'm sure it'll go away once I get some sleep." I don't believe this, but I say it anyway.