Murder Garden, Minnesota.unburiableMarch 12 2003, 11:55:58 UTC
"My mom stole my weed and a pretty nice pipe and bong. (right out of my fucking apartment, cause the stupid latino landlord bitch gave her the key, why the fuck would you give the mother of a nineteen (or twenty?) year old the key to my apartment?!) I stopped smoking. Soon after one of my best friends in the world moved away for good with his wife and three (now four) kids. I moved home (mistake) to be able to afford to go back to school and still pay car insurance. Started binge drinking on the weekends. Turned into full blown alcoholism while holding down meaningless jobs with tradesman and construction workers. Skip ahead, again. Downed a bottle of, well, maybe not a whole bottle, of Black Haus. Wound up in the emergency room, near, but not quite alcohol poisoned. Got kicked out of my mothers house. And here I am. Guthrie, Kentucky."
Please note, readers, that I was around for all of the above excerpted events. I even photographed Durwood on the pavement of the parking lot, throwing up, his blood poisoned. Two of those photographs showed up in the following month's The New Yorker. I got so laid after that, that I had to call Carrie Brownstein from Sleater-Kinney and tell her to just book a tour and kill some time for a while, because the way things were going I'd be way too busy having sex with other girls to go back to settling down with just one again. Carrie was devastated. But that's not my problem.
Downed a bottle of, well, maybe not a whole bottle, of Black Haus. Wound up in the emergency room, near, but not quite alcohol poisoned. Got kicked out of my mothers house. And here I am. Guthrie, Kentucky."
Please note, readers, that I was around for all of the above excerpted events. I even photographed Durwood on the pavement of the parking lot, throwing up, his blood poisoned. Two of those photographs showed up in the following month's The New Yorker. I got so laid after that, that I had to call Carrie Brownstein from Sleater-Kinney and tell her to just book a tour and kill some time for a while, because the way things were going I'd be way too busy having sex with other girls to go back to settling down with just one again. Carrie was devastated. But that's not my problem.
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