03.Oct.2003

I never tried to hide my vices.

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I have resolved to spend every fucking minute of October of 2003 drunk

I was brushing my infamously black/red/gray hair back from my eyes and ambivalently perusing a Natalie B. catalog when my brother rang my cell half an hour ago.

"Hey," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Flipping through a catalog," I said in monotone.

He laughed and said, "Whew, you are out of control."

I snickered. "What's on your mind?" I questioned.

"I want to get drunk tonight," he stated.

I hesitated. My stomach was fully purified and emptied. All of my insecurities had previously been flushed. My knees were freshly calloused.

"Ok," I said.

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Expect the word-filled gamut of emotions. Never say I didn't warn each and every one of you.

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time & machine