it is one thirty-four and i was supposed to call bill an hour ago.

brently left the computer to go poop fifteen minutes ago and his computer booted him off. who knows what happened to that crazyman.

sarah and i were playing pool in a redneck joint and a rowdy feller across the room kept yelling out the funniest phrases.

i think i'm slowly falling apart and turning into nikki. but this isn't bad. and it isn't good. it's just normal. it is common. common restless american. it is one fifty.

one time i fell asleep on the toilet while staring at one of those bambi owl toys from mcdonald.s . i don't know what to think of all this. i don't know if i should be thinking at all. i see one thing, and see another thing and draw a line. and then ask a question.. or pose a remark.. and muddle the lines and spaces..