私について
Charlie stopped me today to ask if I had any money for him. He’s a middle aged man with a cat and a mortgage, and I’m not sure what else. He is adamant about gun rights, and when he offered to sell me an unregistered .38 caliber revolver, I agreed. It is still unregistered and sits loaded in my closet like a coat I’ll never wear. Emily wants me to get rid of it; she’s afraid I’ll do something stupid. So now we have a rapport, Charlie Green and I, though I’m not sure I’ll actually pay him for it, and he doesn’t seem too eager to alert anyone to our transaction. I don’t ask him if he notices any adverse effects from the chemicals we use.
turbo sluts, writers, sexual deviants, surfers who've seen a bud brown movie, but particularly those in this hellish, awful place (orlando) where i now live. also, no scene kids! holy fuck scene kids are ridiculous. have you seen their hair cuts? i've never seen so many people trying to establish themselves as independent individuals by wearing the same ridiculous uniform. I'll just finish by paraphrasing judas priest (because i can't remember the exact lyrics),
