The Return

I went out this morning to get more Diet Cokes because I want them to be cold by the time I get home tonight. I love Diet Coke. That is my favorite drink. The best Diet Coke I have ever had was after seven weeks at sleep-away camp in 2024. I wanted to go home the whole summer. I even hijacked my MP3 player to access the internet, so I could email my parents about letting me leave. It was powerful. 

Anyways, the first day I got back, I looked in the fridge to find a motherload of Diet Cokes. My mom left them there with a note that said, “Because junior year is going to be hard.” What a poet. She should have left a gallon of liquor and a shotgun.

I was working at the Hollywood Bowl for the past two nights. Both nights were headlined by the LA Philharmonic. I was stationed at the top of the house, a mile away from the stage. The people that felt they needed to see the show but refused to pay more than like a dollar for a ticket are kind of weird.

Some kid was up there playing Mozart on the piano. As a dabbler in piano, it should have been me up there. Other than some technical prowess stuff, it’s all basically the same. Should. Have. Been. Me.

Also I wrote a movie script:

kicking around a big rock into neighbors gravel, trying to get it out of the gravel with your foot, neighbor sees and thinks you are trying to steal their gravel, its a misunderstanding.

i got it over there, surely it isnt mine?, well the construction guys wont care, well lets fucking ask them, youre out of your head, man, but sure