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[Dec. 9th, 2009|07:40 pm] |
Currently spread out across the stiff and musty blankets in a shitty motel watching infomercials bout how I can chop my vegetables up faster and surfing the internet for pornography and trailer homes. I've been staying in this motel for almost a month - the chocolate bar wrappers litter the rag tag shag carpet, there are deposits of mysterious liquids on the head board, Scrabble tiles in the coffee cups, the bathroom is spotless.
I've lived in motels a lot over the years, lost count to just how many. The consequence of living on the move. They'll be nights I wake up in the dark and wonder where I am. It's a strangely freeing kind of feeling. Suggest you try it. And last night when I woke up and it dawned on me that I was in Athens, Georgia of all places it was a bit disappointed.
Why the hell am I still here. Parties? Yeah, I guess I'm a little over that kind of thing. A little over the orgies, the feather down your throat, the decadence. So over it. So why am I here. Oh yeah. Fucking Ares. Better be worth it. |
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