Middle school best friend and I had to hide two bodies in trunk of our car—were mostly concerned with our mothers finding them, which they did. Someone justified the deaths: “if you live less, then you have to relive less.”
First day of school. Effie was going there now and I showed her our classroom : her desk, cubby holes. Then we walked to the BBQ on the Wiese and all of my old friends were there, old enemies too, and my dead pets, but healthy as ever, trotting around and talking to parents.
My breath was so bad that Dean Kissick visibly flinched. Then I found a woman’s Amex on the ground and was peer pressured into tracking her down and returning it.
Werner Herzog came over for dinner and was speaking German with my father. He didn’t like my father very much, and I was embarrassed because my dad was pandering to him & hogging the conversation. The whole time I wore a hard, skin-like face mask that flaked off the more I spoke
I was trying to wash my filthy cream-colored scarf-rag that I got in Morocco and haven’t been able to leave the house without, in an attempt to make it pure white again
On the Amtrak to Providence at sunset. Stole off to a Middle Eastern-esque war, heavily armed. Won. Gained the advantage over a school bus. My love life was snatched.