It’s Friday, nerds, and that means stay up late watching Letterman. Or maybe Jerry Springer cause they only play it late at night where I come from. All the crazies come out on Friday and that’s why I’m staying in. If the phone rings, I’ll let my mom get it but before she does, I’ll get very scared that it’s for me. If I do get summoned, sometimes I lie and say I have plans. After this happens, I want to bury my face is a pillow and wheeze my last nasaly breath with my glasses pressed against my eyelids and no friends in the world. It’s the aimlessness really. What’s the point? Maybe we’ll end up cruising Broadway scoping out a drag race or find some coffee shop and do headstands. What else is there to do? Is tv watching not just as pointless? Just without other people? That’s where logic fails me and I turn to Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves or something – something to burn my skull from the inside. Oh Baseketball. Oh sweet Panic Room.
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