This fucking day
Here it is, this stupid fucking wasteful asinine ridiculous heartbreaking day. It’s far too much like a multi-drug hangover from back in the day; and worse, one that you know can only be cured with another binge. I am overfilled like a coffee cup in a diner when a waitress sees a movie star come in with rage and anger and hatred and the physical need to cause close contact bodily harm to the putrescent worm that has made all of this happen. And at the same time, all week there’s been this feeling that if I spent enough time thinking of her, talking to her, remembering her, wishing her back, that maybe, just maybe … but sitting in my car clapping like a deranged Wendy will not bring her back to life.
However I will continue to do sadly embarrassing things in public for years to come (have I years to come?) on the one-billionth of a chance that it might actually work in some sci-fi benevolent universe way.
Every. Single. Day.
JMGW&S
