8-27-2010
1:39 p.m.
Last day on the island. I am worrying about finding a surgeon to mend the wounds in my fAcE and am not having much luck. These people, that have been referred to me - are WorthLess!
I've decided that I should write about something different, fromnow on, I suppose...
I guess it's time to quit moaning and re-reading the moaning, and write things that I'll find at least mildly amusing when I gain enough sobriety to look over them.
My skin seems much thinner and whiter now, more than it was before I left. I see alot of green, blue, purple...reds... Bruises.
All over my legs.
And face.
Ladies; gentlemen-
I've found that it is a bad idea to down a liter of vodka then try to do stunts on bikes.
It ruins clothes.
Breaks jaws and teeth.
Puts stitches in your face.
But I can, still and will always -
LAUGH ABOUT IT.
Even when it hurts to smile, I will be laughing, quite hysterically.
Because it's stupid. And funny.
NOW, my only mission, before anything else is to plug in my phone to see if I got some good shots of the ground as we came together and kissed....Probably not. Then, the next step is to find some drugs, just so I can better deal with, well- life.
Thinking of selfish things now, and I am nearly positive that my other half is thinking selfishly as well. It seems pretty routine for him. I want a beer, some medication, and some cock. And THIS time, I actually want to be pounded into until I scream and can't take it any longer; collapsing into a satisfied pile, with a cigarette and a drink.
But I forgot - almost- that life is around the bend, we're almost there; the gap between there and here is closing. It's back to work, back to some type of responsibility, and that sense of despair. Hopeless hope. I only hope someone near me has a huge, fat joint to smoke.
The End.
Copyright K. Anne Smith
