June 13, 2006
What a waste of a summer
It is driving around. Oh yeah, windows down. But where are you going? You are lost. Someone gave you directions. They were wrong. Sun so close, but divided from you by window glass. You have no one to go to. Someone throws a ball in the air. A game ends. Another one begins. People fill up their rental trucks with boxes containing god-knows-what and drive away. You go for a run, take a shit, eat some more food. Watch some television. Its almost ten o'clock. And it's still light out. When will it get dark? When can you go to bed? You wake up. You drive around.
Posted by jason at June 13, 2006 9:34 PMYou have nothing to write about. You write anyway. They say this is good discipline. Your readers have time on their hands. They read what you wrote. This is discipline of another kind.
Posted by: glen at June 14, 2006 8:50 AMJoin a beach volleyball team! Yeee-ah!
Posted by: mike at June 15, 2006 8:55 AMNah I'm just gonna sit on a beach and do meth, commit adultery. This summer's "in thing" is adultery.
Posted by: jason at June 15, 2006 9:18 AM
