September 8, 2009
The crackling noise of the thing or things, who knows, abrupt in entrance awake me from a not so deep sleep. The kids are drinking again, I think but oh wait I am also a kid. Why am I alienated for my distaste in consumption of inhibiting beverages but no, it's not alienation. Me at lunch, when Simon himself, the devil, is a welcome interruption or even addition to the silent pressure of my thoughts. I crack my fingers and he asks if I need help. Not with this I think, I can do it myself. Nice try, dear friend.