10:07 p.m. / July 31, 2005 - -
i accepted his invitation
smoking a joint rolled earlier in the day watching the sunset from on top of my septic mound and the day before that, i can't even remember, the wall felt like a giant speaker pounding me into an emptiness i cannot begin to describe, it felt like falling endlessly, gently. back to work and, friday, maybe, a girl will be here, though i'm not sure yet. the week after that i am free from work. when i went to the shop to get this computer back, the man said, "it's going to be awhile, want to come in the back with me and get blazed?"
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