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i left peggy's house today, this afternoon. i drove back to hamtramck. it's so green. more green than i realized. it makes me think of D.C. and then i'm home and i forgot my key and i sneak through the window. but the indians next door don't know me and they think i'm breaking in. i reassure them this is my house. these are my things. and i jump through the window, breaking the ledge, dirtying my shirt. i eat a cookie, i pee, i look in the mirror. i watch stir crazy on mute. play my guitar quiet so other people can't hear it. listen to the same song over and over again.
i forget things. like keys and bags of clothes and paying bills. speaking of which, i need some money. and i need to change my guitar strings and get my synthesizers back from my uncle. and a nap. i'm sick of the computer.
i forget things. like keys and bags of clothes and paying bills. speaking of which, i need some money. and i need to change my guitar strings and get my synthesizers back from my uncle. and a nap. i'm sick of the computer.