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im going to a show drunk three nights in a row. getting my nostalgia on. hot in santa cruz today. lonely lonely. shanna's house is my new past time. driving fast through the wind-y forest, hand out the window, same songs in my brain. same landmarks every time. trees and ghosts and stray dogs and babies who say "wh- youu doing" and "'s scaary" and " 's dark". new smell stuck in my nose. its autumn now but youd never know here in this town. too hot, not enough grey skies and bright ttrees. soon another anticlimactic halloween. right now s dark and s scary. funny tha t coming out to acquaintances is not something i usually do, it takes a lot out of you. im tired and i feel funny and tied up. i wonder when the cat will jump out of the bag, only a matter of time. i suppose i thought i did it more. come visit me before i turn into someone else.