I have this picture in my head of a boy that I was. Sometimes he comes out and I'm happy. So I begin to think logically---what a scarry thing---and try to let more of this person out so that I don't feel so bottled up all the time.
What would he say... something like a criticism of how I care too much what others think. Old people are great that way. So are children. They really don't care. It's we in the middle that get conned.
I spent my $5 at dinner. I'm going to spend $5 more around midnight. I just talked to Jeff on the phone and will be meeting he and Joe and The Doom Doom Room. I have to go home, change, blah. Maybe I'll get stuck at home.
I just want to be around people and feel like they want to be around me right now.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
