The mean things Juliet Escoria said to me in her sleep last night. 8/26
Juliet (waking up briefly and saying in a grumpy voice): Would you hand me the chocolates I told you to hide from me?
Me (searching for the box in my nightstand drawer): Huh? Ok.
Juliet (getting mad I’m taking too long and am asleep): Just fucking give me the box. (She quickly eats three chocolates and then falls back asleep. I find the box at the end of the bed when I wake up. Her mouth is covered in chocolate.)
Juliet screams three times in a row. EEE. AHHHH. EEEE.
Me (waking up suddenly): Are you okay?
Juliet: (asleep) Shut your fucking mouth. Don’t you ever fucking talk to me again.
Me (turning over and putting my arm around her)
Juliet: (screams and kicks in her sleep and shouts) Get the hell off of me. (I let her go and she keeps kicking).
The alarm goes off. I turn it off. Juliet flips over and elbows me directly in the spine.
Me: (getting up in pain and holding my back). Ah shit.
Juliet smiles. She sleeps until noon. She remembers nothing.
I found a copy of this zine I made a long time ago
I made copies by sneaking into my office after everybody had gone home, and using their xerox machine
after that, I spent a few weekends walking around Houston, selling copies to people for like a dollar or something — I gave a bunch away
it was fun to interact with strangers in this way, I got a few good conversations out of it and made enough money to buy a couple beers
one thing I clearly remember are several people saying ‘I don’t read books much but I’m really into reading blogs, do you have a blog?’
this was a fun thing to do — the writing in this thing isn’t too great, but I still think the cover looks cool
'Resignate' by Mike Bushnell
this poem is included in Bushnell’s book OHSO, which is quickly becoming my favorite poetry book of the year
I order the number ten and try to find a drink without caffeine so I can get to sleep for once without seeing that ghost out of the corner of my eye that hovering figure that keeps me away and hoping for steve jobs to appear in my dreams again and remind me of the call of the it that I must focus on to make this life worth anything otherwise I’m fading just another social media begging for a comment wasting my imaginative powers by imagining you naked and telling you lies I am standing on the hill in kneepads there is no rolling down today there is only the view from the peak
Laugh only when something is funny. When something is funny, remember to look someone in the eye because you liked what they just said. You want them to know.