Monday, June 1, 2009

6.30

6.30
wake up.

6.32
your mother's on the phone. gunner's dead.

6.43
lie in bed. roll over. just more bed. a cold pillow. gotta make arrangements. roll back.

6.55
phone rings. ring. ring. answer. "yeah, this is-" hello. hang- "not here but le-" no. no, i'm here. hang on. "back when i can-" hello...

7.02
the pot bubbles. fills the air. smells like death. didn't change the filter. old grounds. shit.

7.07
out of bed. phone again. at the edge. let it ring.

7.08
gotta piss. can't. he's dead. and i can't piss. maybe i'll drink some coffee.

7.11
paper. why read it? dead this. dying that. poor this. killed that. this coffee fucking blows.

7.15
shower. look down at my dick. god that's depressing. grab it. tug it. nothing. off to a great start.

7.24
knock at the door. cheryl. needs sugar. fuck you, lady. clean your dog's shit off my front lawn and we'll talk. sure, one second.

7.33
dad calls. gunner's dead. i know. well, get a new one. don't really care. stop by later? sure, why not?

7.41
piss again. barely. turn on the faucet. no help. broken cock at 26. r.i.p.

7.48
out the door. hey, tom. hey. no, didn't see. sure. yeah, your wife is pretty hot. she wants it? sure. send her over. okay. see you later.

7.52
school bus. school bus with a pop-out stop sign. cars telling me what to do. that's good. that's just...

7.55
freeway. 63mph. 74mph. 78mph. 85mph. 89mph. swing it into the divider. flick of the wrist. 3. 2. 1. go.

8.09
late. thanks for the reminder, asshole. so far up his own ass. need a new job. 4 hours 'til lunch...

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