Friday, June 25, 2004
James Douglas
Time- 7 pm
Day- Friday
Status- drunk
How do I get into these situations? My bad karma is in-stock. Shit, its in surplus.
So many ideas in my head. No outlet. I got a production in my head. I just need someone to pry it out. Like Jim Morrison once quipped, "I drink so I can talk to assholes." That's the subtitle for my whole existence. If I were to write an autobiography it'd be Cherokee Cain: I Get Drunk So I Can Talk to Assholes. Let's make a reality show about it. Come on! Who's got the moxy. Let's hear it!
I'm tired of this. I'm losing my edge. I can't be on the top of my game in this situation. You are witnessing the downfall of a pseudo-genius (a couldabeen, a shouldabeen, a neverwillbe). Its so hard watching myself go out like this. I've been able to weasel myself out of a lot of things thus far but I don't forsee any weaseling in my future. Its time to bite the bullet, take the ride, lie in my bed if you will.
"boney's high on china white, shorty found a punk,
don't you know there ain't no devil,
there's just god when he's drunk"
tom waits "heart attack and vine"
One of my students drew a picture of me today. I've had a lot of children draw pictures of me in my life but this one was the most poignant. He finished the picture in like ten seconds. No detail, no fine touching, just a supersonic scrawling of some crayons and he summed up my whole existence. The band Kansas once sang, "All we are is dust in the wind" but I'd like to counter that all we are is crayons on the paper. You don't know what you are until somebody else puts it out there for you to see.
Day- Friday
Status- drunk
How do I get into these situations? My bad karma is in-stock. Shit, its in surplus.
So many ideas in my head. No outlet. I got a production in my head. I just need someone to pry it out. Like Jim Morrison once quipped, "I drink so I can talk to assholes." That's the subtitle for my whole existence. If I were to write an autobiography it'd be Cherokee Cain: I Get Drunk So I Can Talk to Assholes. Let's make a reality show about it. Come on! Who's got the moxy. Let's hear it!
I'm tired of this. I'm losing my edge. I can't be on the top of my game in this situation. You are witnessing the downfall of a pseudo-genius (a couldabeen, a shouldabeen, a neverwillbe). Its so hard watching myself go out like this. I've been able to weasel myself out of a lot of things thus far but I don't forsee any weaseling in my future. Its time to bite the bullet, take the ride, lie in my bed if you will.
"boney's high on china white, shorty found a punk,
don't you know there ain't no devil,
there's just god when he's drunk"
tom waits "heart attack and vine"
One of my students drew a picture of me today. I've had a lot of children draw pictures of me in my life but this one was the most poignant. He finished the picture in like ten seconds. No detail, no fine touching, just a supersonic scrawling of some crayons and he summed up my whole existence. The band Kansas once sang, "All we are is dust in the wind" but I'd like to counter that all we are is crayons on the paper. You don't know what you are until somebody else puts it out there for you to see.
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