Monday (brought to you by poor grammar and sentence structure)

Feb 11, 2009 11:53

After work, I stopped by to borrow some of his books
to keep my mind off of my shameful new fiction addiction...
Having gotten what I'd gone there for,
I left.
I drove straight to Lawrenceville, the whole time composing a "poem" in my head.
I wrote it down on the way there.
I revised it at the Brillowbox.
I ordered a shot of Johnny Black and a beer.
Then went to class.
I managed to stay relatively focused and on task
and I only almost lost my balance twice,
but I probably would have done that anyway.

poem, life, sex, writing

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