It’s Fall Break and I’m away from Hollins and Roanoke and
that whole Twilight Zone scene. Instead I’m sleeping on a sofa at an apartment
in Wilmington and hanging out with Natalie and her punk rock friends. Last night one
of them wandered in very late at night and I
woke up to see him staring at me. He pointed at his stomach which was extremely red and
tattooed with CHAOS in tall, sort of fat Gothic letters. He asked
me several times if I looked too bubbly before before I realized he was
talking about the font
and not his stomach, which was sort of concave. I told him I thought it
looked fine because what do you
say about CHAOS tattooed across a stomach. Then he asked if I wanted some bacon
because he was planning to cook breakfast and I said I was a vegetarian and
went back to sleep.
Wilmington is weird. I’m pretty sure no one here has parents
. Everyone seems to have been living independently since they were, like,
sixteen. It’s kind of like sweaty beach Neverland but with a lot of terrible hardcore bands. I
can't for the life of me figure out how people actually like hardcore.
They are filming a shitty movie here. Last night Natalie and I walked around downtown to where they built a fake skatepark down by the river. There were cameras out but I don't think we made it into the movie.
They are filming a shitty movie here. Last night Natalie and I walked around downtown to where they built a fake skatepark down by the river. There were cameras out but I don't think we made it into the movie.
I drove out to the beach by myself last night
because everyone here hates it and I listened to the new tape Natalie made me.
Turns out I’m going to have to apologize to Kara because I’m finally
coming around on Hole, and she was likely right, but maybe only about
that one song.
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