2003-06-25, 10:18 a.m.


Supposedly I'm going to write a novel. I think that what I'm really going to do is drink a beer, smoke a roach, and pass out. Then I'll get up and go to work.

I'm trying to understand how I remain happy, with nothing ever really changing in my life. I don't think it's stupidity. Though it might play a role.

The other night I was thinking about having a girlfriend, and I realized that she would just get in the way of my writing/drinking time. That's a problem. But still. They make porno for just this particular situation.

If I'm substituting drug use for a real relationship in my life, I have this to say: Drugs are doing a pretty good job.

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