Month: January 2013

Document 16

January 16, 2013

I can’t fucking write today. I am on Document 16. SIX-TEEEEEEEEEEEN. Every time I think I’ve got something, I delete it for fear that somebody somewhere will READ IT. Because nothing is any good. It is all, simply, fucked. Bees? Nobody gives a fuck about bees! Why’d I even read all that stuff about bees … More Document 16

Onion Soup w/Crouton

January 7, 2013

Celia was drunk when we got there. Two guys walked in behind us and she draped her body over them both and asked, “Who wants shots?” It was 8:30. Nobody wanted shots. She followed people outside, talked loudly about her grandmother passing, and turned up the music so that nobody could hear. “Celia! Please don’t … More Onion Soup w/Crouton