sam rivers
Journal Entry: Thu Mar 2, 2006, 7:29 AM
one knee, skin and bones, bathed in blue. sam rivers, i could tell he was smiling. sounds of jazz, smell of smoke, i'm much worse at air hockey than i thought, but foosball is still promising. i never want to pass out in a Denny's bathroom. Mr. Peanut plots my death. when james is jim and jim is tom and james is too and we are megan, usef, kevin, bethany( who is linda), and tom, there's beer in water glasses and straws and ice. i need more sleep.