if i see him it will change the way i will remember him.
what good will i do watching him just lie there?
i've got nothing to ask him or talk to him about.
i'm in the room, he's very skinny now.
he's bandaged up; eyes shut tight, he's clearly in a lot of pain.
he stares at me; his blue eyes are nearly transparent.
does he even recognize me?
he's wearing a goatee.
he's never worn a goatee before.
SEE MY GOATEE would definitely be cheering at him right now.
i can't help but think of other tim & eric skits and songs.
he's now groaning loudly, the nurse is coming in.
i'm feeling somber.
there's a cotton ball in my dry throat.
i leave the room now.
family is something i constantly lose faith in.
drama brewing around.
gossip. arguments. bullshit.
i get angry.
my right eye begins to twitch.
day dreaming is no longer safe.
i pick up AZTEC and begin to read.
it gets late.
i get high/