No more patience left for anything resembling Scientology in my life or even nearby. Get it away. A getaway to the beach sounds nice but August ‘09 in Houston is some suckage. Come to terms. Okay, so another hot one. My days consist of hanging on the line to dry, so to speak. I’ve adjusted to having all the curtains drawn closed and I have a pair of sunglasses now for when I go out. When I put on my other glasses I read Bukowski and what’s online and take a new pen to close out yet another notebook. This is Montrose on Saturday. You don’t have to think too hard on it… Montrose is full of annoying people. It is their night. These weekend nights are loud. My friend spoke of his own neighborhood back in DC the same, but said he could at least be grateful for them bringing money in and keeping these places afloat which he can enjoy all the rest of the week anyway. Good attitude. It is about that. Recording my voice again kicking out random thoughts and playing them back. Kinda feels like I’m in a psychiatrist’s chair. I like to go out by myself a lot and be around people when I crack open the notebook. It’s like I’m getting extra stuff down. A lady is loudly asking for coke. Another will have a Coke, please. Whiskey and Coke. There is wine, just cheap and red. Quickly they couple up. By morning they catch what’s left of themselves breaking away alone ashamed and think about doing it all over. Others slow down and enter marriages they’ll break away from but not without getting caught up in messy legal battles. Coming and going. Friends and special friends. What’s going on?
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No more patience left for anything resembling Scientology in my life or even nearby. Get it away. A getaway to the beach sounds nice but August ‘09 in Houston is some suckage. Come to terms.

Okay, so another hot one. My days consist of hanging on the line to dry, so to speak. I’ve adjusted to having all the curtains drawn closed and I have a pair of sunglasses now for when I go out. When I put on my other glasses I read Bukowski and what’s online and take a new pen to close out yet another notebook.

This is Montrose on Saturday. You don’t have to think too hard on it… Montrose is full of annoying people. It is their night. These weekend nights are loud. My friend spoke of his own neighborhood back in DC the same, but said he could at least be grateful for them bringing money in and keeping these places afloat which he can enjoy all the rest of the week anyway. Good attitude. It is about that.

Recording my voice again kicking out random thoughts and playing them back. Kinda feels like I’m in a psychiatrist’s chair.

I like to go out by myself a lot and be around people when I crack open the notebook. It’s like I’m getting extra stuff down. A lady is loudly asking for coke. Another will have a Coke, please. Whiskey and Coke. There is wine, just cheap and red.

Quickly they couple up. By morning they catch what’s left of themselves breaking away alone ashamed and think about doing it all over. Others slow down and enter marriages they’ll break away from but not without getting caught up in messy legal battles. Coming and going. Friends and special friends. What’s going on?