The non-chronological collected works of my misspent youth, with notes, for your reading pleasure. Most names have been changed because I probably didn't ask you first.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Anarchy in the NC: Journal, October 1994

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.

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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