BDB2003
The night was young. I was fully alert. Crack was given a mission to buy Kosher juice.
The night was a bit older. I was drinking a bit. A young man discussed the fact that he'd never really talked to me before.
Suddenly, the apartment was warm and the air smelled of party. I walked back and forth, trying to get a hold of something better than what I was doing.
I sat on the floor, content with my surroundings. Another young man continued to grab at my arm to grab my attention. He wanted to talk at me, not with me.
McDonalds! Wait, why did that happen?
Suddenly, I am back in the apartment, but that feeling of contentedness has become one of apathy and later would become one of dissatisfaction.
Where do I sleep? CRACK! Again with the near death at 3 am in the subway station.
The morning was young. I was burnt out. I was tired. I slept unsoundly in Crack's bed. I wish I could control the arm thrashing, the kicking and the screaming. I think it freaks people out.
The morning was old...almost over. Crack says time to get breakfast. The other two are awake and waiting. Tea orange juice grilled cheese delicious.
Video games, music, sarah raskin, home at last.
No more parties. No more alcohol drugs etc. I need to buckle down and find myself a nice job on a farm. I'll farm all day, learn to play banjo by night. I'll be healthy and happy and busy.
The night was a bit older. I was drinking a bit. A young man discussed the fact that he'd never really talked to me before.
Suddenly, the apartment was warm and the air smelled of party. I walked back and forth, trying to get a hold of something better than what I was doing.
I sat on the floor, content with my surroundings. Another young man continued to grab at my arm to grab my attention. He wanted to talk at me, not with me.
McDonalds! Wait, why did that happen?
Suddenly, I am back in the apartment, but that feeling of contentedness has become one of apathy and later would become one of dissatisfaction.
Where do I sleep? CRACK! Again with the near death at 3 am in the subway station.
The morning was young. I was burnt out. I was tired. I slept unsoundly in Crack's bed. I wish I could control the arm thrashing, the kicking and the screaming. I think it freaks people out.
The morning was old...almost over. Crack says time to get breakfast. The other two are awake and waiting. Tea orange juice grilled cheese delicious.
Video games, music, sarah raskin, home at last.
No more parties. No more alcohol drugs etc. I need to buckle down and find myself a nice job on a farm. I'll farm all day, learn to play banjo by night. I'll be healthy and happy and busy.