Theres a road trip planned. Its boys only, on motorbikes, to Bari. Why Bari? Its about as far as you can get. One of the boys has had some sex with a girl who lives in Bari. Shes a nut but not too dumb. Like most people, self included, Im beginning to understand, shes of the opinion she knows just about everything. But for her is it good. She wants to be a lawyer.
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Still the same day here. A serious note Krissy: Where the fuck has my youth gone? Ive got that change of the calendar, oh not another birthday this year pissed off fear that Im getting old. I dont mind being this age so much but its going too goddam fast. And I havent done much either. Ive nothing to show for my time here. Most of us dont and why the fuck should we? Going to be dead no matter what you did. The King of France will be as dead as my dear old aunt. France has no king and my aunt aint that old but you get the point. Was there a point? The point is that Im lost and have no point. And thats a bad way to be, isnt it? Like Alvin said, Id love to change the world but I dont know what to do. Me too. Ill draw a picture or two this week. Itll give me a job thats different than bullshitting you or writing that ridiculous porno book.
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So just a quick try at something wise or witty. Perhaps a note about your pretty titties. Im sure I wrote about tits before. Not with you another, well the rhyme thing might be dangerous. I had another driving lesson today. I supposed to, by law, do at least 10, but he wont make me, since Ive done only 3 and tomorrow at 10 is my test. And who the fuck cares. 20 years of driving, without one accident and no traffic violations. And there is a chance that I can fuck up a little detail tomorrow and not pass. The German test isnt to see if you can drive safely, its more that you dont cross no lines and stuff. I let you know.
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I aint got no future
I havent had much of a past
The worlds all fucked up
I dont know how long Ill last.
I dont have a job
I dont know how to work
They tell me only shit
Im just a fuckin jerk.
Course Im unemployed and I dont care
I aint going anywhere
Well therell be another line or two in the verse and a few more stanzas. My foot is still pink but its quite nice. I passed my driving test gepasst. See ya.
Before I was collecting welfare
I was getting a little pougie
The bitch kicked me out
So Im now on the road
Ive still got my six string
Im bumming nickels in the rain
The worlds racing down hill.
Ill always stay the same.
Course Im unemployed and I dont care
I aint going anywhere
My future looks grim
But I dont care.
My life is shit
I aint going nowhere.
The environment, its fucked
Theres not much more air
Just a big hole in the ozone
Im living in fear
Industrial waist in my coffee
Heavy metals in my fish
I want to get off this planet
Thats my only wish.
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Truth is, Id love to see you naked. Maybe you can send me a few black and whites and Ill draw a nice picture. Anyhow, I just had a big piece of ear wax. Is it really wax? Its such a treat to hall it out. I dont like sticking things in my ears to clean them out. It irritates the delicate little hairs and ecosystem whats going on in there. But anyhow, I was thinking of one time at the nose, ear, throat specialist in Toronto. The doctor looked in at my ear and asked if it was okay for a student that was working or doing time or whatever it is they do before they do their own thing, to have a look. Im not sure if he said holy shit or jumping Jesus H. Christ and his shitty arse diapers but he had never seen anything like it. He knew what it was and had the right diagnoses so he had done his homework. Anyhow, thats a pain I havent known for a long time. I havent had a proper pain decapitalizing ear infection since he put me under and straightened my deviated septum and burned away those whatyamacallits that are sometimes too big. The problem was, I was always stuffed up cause there was no place for the snot and other things to go. Did I tell you about the operation? By the way, I hope to actually send you a copy of this letter. They gave me some morphine before. It was so pretty. I had my Walkman with me and had CBC radio on playing classical music. It was bliss. When they had me finally in the operation room, they gave me another shot of something. What if I dont go under? I asked. Dont worry, youll go, said the evil man with a tube in his hand that he shoved down my throat when I could hold my eyes no longer. They had to have the tube down there because my head was soon to be full of blood. It was sometime later when I woke up with a nose full of packing. It was, in each nostril, a thin piece of gauze, at least, and this is no lie, 59 cm long, folded over and over. He told me I could have another shot before they took it out. He forgot. The pain was so unbelievable when he pulled that fuckin scabby piece of material out, that I thought I would blow my lid. I didnt think anything really. It was just pain focusing on one of my nostrils. I listened as he said something to me and his six or eight students that had come to watch. I saw the long piece of material hanging from his tweezers. Zircon encrusted. I thought it must have been packed all around my brain. Then he did the second nostril. It balanced the pain. The pain slowly went away. I think in a week or so there was no more pain. But I dripped blood on Chris the odd time. Thats Chris with a C. Her roommate was disappointed that I hadnt bothered with picking up my prescription of Tylenol 3s. I told him I liked the pain. He said he would have bought them off me for having a little fun.
I tried that route to fun a few times. I had friends that had either dying parents or parents with brain tumours. Brentie and I did it once. We were so heavy. We were at a church function and had no idea what was going on. And didnt care. We had 2 or 3 kinds of pills from his dads collection. I did it one other time. I wont use his name on account he might have a proper life now. Brent and I have not enough pride to deny our foolish behaviours. There were 3 or 4 types of very strong painkillers. I popped them like candy. I had washed down 9 or 16 with a couple beers before I realized Id had enough.
I drove my motorbike home and had a lovely trip. It was dark and the road had stones in the asphalt. I could see them as I drove along. It was simply amazing. And the lights were so bright. They were almost blinding. I think I realized that red meant stop because I know there were a few lights on the route home and I didnt run into anyone. I dont think I noticed much besides light and floating and to this day would thank the lord, if I thought there was one, for getting me home. That was the last time I took so many painkillers. In fact, I seldom take one when I have a pain. They are a dangerous drug and Id only do them for fun and not because I need them.
And for all you kids or moms, remember, drugs are something you do once in a while to blow your mind clear or stuff it up. Dont do them regularly. And know about your drug. Whats Valium all about? How addictive is masturbating? Why are tits?
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I finally drew a picture. I havent done that in a long time. Its a chick. Shes pretty hot. I dont know who she is but she was in a magazine and I thought I better draw a few things for next week. Theres an art thing at City Hall and maybe when the prolic people see how pretty the chicks are, theyll ask me to do their girlfriend. Ya, sure thing. I just have to take some naked pictures of her. Well, I guess Ill go to bed. Tomorrow will be another day. Wont it?
by Joanne B. Washington
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