March 8th, 2008
Firestarter?
this is a story in which you build up on the excesses of the previous social class and then take them down immediately afterwards because you realize that you weren't really building up on anything at all, that you would just rather sit up all night and stay in bed, looking through picture books that remind you of how hopeful you used to be, the way you ate tender juicy hotdogs with a half-smile on your face and a squint in your eyes as the flash went off, because back then nobody heard of a camera body that didn't have a flash unit connected to it - it was a given, almost a necessity - and this one moment, you're looking at an innocent little photograph of you and some neighborhood girl locked hand in hand and you're thinking what a punch to the groin that was, me outdone by some snot nosed little kid.