Every morning the sun rises from behind the hills, and, glowing with warmth and life, lies to my face. A new day has begun, but within this day lives the same cynicism, the same egoism, and the same dim remorse…
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The Empty Promise of a Brand New Day, Back Story Pt.1
Tagged with: Benji, Camile, Charlie Murphy, Debora Fanning, Drugs, Hell Is For Childrem, Jail, Old Folks Home, PARANOIA, Sugarbear, Taco Night, The Wall, Violence
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
Posted in Drugs, Minimum Security, Misadventure, Work
I Am of the Dregs, Part 3: Where Pendel Exits the Dregs
This was mostly written when life was normal. I wasn’t going to post it, but I wasted a huge fucking amount of time on this trash, so you might as well get to see. It’s sloppy as hell cause I’m…
Tagged with: Dougy the Rhino, Eric Grassman, Mrs. Conway, School, Sugarbear, Teachers, Violence
Posted in Misadventure, Teachers
Posted in Misadventure, Teachers
The Way-Fucked Circle of Life
It’s fucking crazy to think that sending a guy like ME to an old folks’ home is going to do ANYBODY any good at ALL. My court appearance went off without a hitch. Processed like meat, cleansed of disease, stamped…
I Am of the Dregs, Part 2
The things that I see during my time in summer session leave me feeling confused about my current relationship with my optical nerves. Do I love them for their warnings regarding the coming danger, or do I hate them for…
Tagged with: Dougy the Rhino, Eric Grassman, Mrs. Conway, School, Teachers, Violence
Posted in Misadventure, Teachers
Posted in Misadventure, Teachers
I Am of the Dregs, Part 1
There are times when life offers little reason to do well. Summer sessions at any school are the perfect cross section from which to study such a phase. During the normal school year, this swank institution provides the likes of…
Hell Is For Children 