It took many years to understand how short a year is.
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A few times a month I take the empty gun from the drawer and hold it to my temple. If someone asked why, I’d probably come up with something about “clearing the mind.” The truth is, I just like the way it feels.
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Last week for the first time I took a bullet from the cigar box, loaded it into the chamber and gave it a spin before holding the gun to my head. I can’t describe the surge of adrenaline as I visualized pulling the trigger.
In the dream a doctor told me I was going blind. I ran out into the street, just seeing.
In total, these pictures represent three seconds of my life. Maybe some day you’ll find them. My three seconds. My last will and testament.
If lost, see where it leads.
Realization: you’ll never get those days back again.
Realization: you don’t want to.
now that you’re back from LA
now that the leaves are out
now that your tv has broken
now that you’re off the wagon
and you’ve lost your one true friend
which is to say, your cat
With a year of hard work my project has grown from grandiose fantasy to lackluster reality.
Fathers, sons, baseball: bad movies
You’ve done your market research and you’ve ended up with your great big pile of shit.
