10-5 11:55 AM M
The Monday dreads were upon me like a pack of heavy rats gnawing my flesh, impossible to shake off because of their size and number. My life is not mine. Maybe after Christmas break I can try to take off a semester of night school. I'm in the shitter now in the faculty bathroom. I just now walked across the playground from my room to get here. Two of my students, Ashley and Dijonia spotted me. Now they are waiting outside the door while I work out this crap. I told them if they were still there when I got out I would put them under the sad face. I can still hear them calling each other stupid out there, though. Someone just slid a key in the lock. The girls screamed, "Somebody's in there!" I heard a woman's voice say, "Okay, okay," and the key slid back out. The deadbolt was locked, anyway. Yesterday's buffalo wings seem reluctant to part my person. I feel a little sting of hot sauce on asshole. I'll make tacos for lunch after school when I get home. I'm going to miss the deciding game of the Cleveland/NY series. The Pats and Broncos are on tonight, too. I've got to try to add to Jim tonight. Finish the two flashbacks. I'm getting a lot of negative commentary on the randomness of my narrative. People want things tightly packed up and easy to follow, like a half-hour tv show. Life is not like that. Neither need be literature. What do I know? I'm really beginning to see it as a total waste of time. I had a diet drink for breakfast and an apple for lunch.
The Monday dreads were upon me like a pack of heavy rats gnawing my flesh, impossible to shake off because of their size and number. My life is not mine. Maybe after Christmas break I can try to take off a semester of night school. I'm in the shitter now in the faculty bathroom. I just now walked across the playground from my room to get here. Two of my students, Ashley and Dijonia spotted me. Now they are waiting outside the door while I work out this crap. I told them if they were still there when I got out I would put them under the sad face. I can still hear them calling each other stupid out there, though. Someone just slid a key in the lock. The girls screamed, "Somebody's in there!" I heard a woman's voice say, "Okay, okay," and the key slid back out. The deadbolt was locked, anyway. Yesterday's buffalo wings seem reluctant to part my person. I feel a little sting of hot sauce on asshole. I'll make tacos for lunch after school when I get home. I'm going to miss the deciding game of the Cleveland/NY series. The Pats and Broncos are on tonight, too. I've got to try to add to Jim tonight. Finish the two flashbacks. I'm getting a lot of negative commentary on the randomness of my narrative. People want things tightly packed up and easy to follow, like a half-hour tv show. Life is not like that. Neither need be literature. What do I know? I'm really beginning to see it as a total waste of time. I had a diet drink for breakfast and an apple for lunch.
Labels: dark humor, Los Angeles Literary, Lowlife Literature
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