I once had a professor tell me that I was a sissy boy. I wanted to report him. I didn't even know what he was talking about. He said, what you get on the A.C.T? you probably have a different iq. I said what are you saying? He said grow up boy, your mom wears… Continue reading ADVENTURES IN AMERICAN WRITING NUMBER ONE
Going back into novel mode. Done with the gonzo for a long time. Being a journalist is dirty. It's not really me. I'll do it if people want to pay me. It's bullshit. I can't do it. I have enough material and evidence now. I don't really need any more.I'm a writer. I make books.… Continue reading Here’s some stuff. Fall Notebook, Page three.
Needed to write something. I don't know what or why. overwhelmed. Froze up. Words. Don't want to express things just need to say things. Not depressed only troubled by the conflicting thoughts that aren't my own. Thoughts. words. Take a shower and felt better. People and expressions. War march from Washington for two weeks. building… Continue reading Froze (Fall Notebook, Page 1)
There are two people that I will never meet who I remember most about that day... There are late nights after a short adventures. You hit your bed, you open your eyes, and the people back there are gone and you wish they were here. Old friends and old pals and girls who you said… Continue reading I Remember That Day #2