Document 16

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

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