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Sunday, July 27, 2003

"Watch the children."
-road sign in Moon Township, Pennsylvania


ain't that a strange sign? i mean, i've seen "watch for children" just never "watch THE children." that has more of an ominous tone to it. got this Children of the Corn, Lord of the Flies vibe to it. like it saying, "you better keep one eye on the road, and one eye on the children, they're up to something." i took a picture of this sign and plan on posting it at some point as soon as i get my scanner hooked up and locate a flim lab and all that. i started one of those picture things (inspired by the snapshots of my online peers) and at some point i'll some up.

so last night i take some tables and TV and stuff to my sister's new apartment (about 4 hours away) and i had to take all the tables apart to get them all there in one trip. and when i get there she's throwing a house-warming party with shitload of her little friends. they're watching Nosfuratu and playing with lighters and doing whatever 18-and-unders do. one little dude plinking on a keyboard in the corner. so i have to herd them all towards the walls to try to assemble these tables during her party in record time. a couple of the Sum 41 dudes crawl over to help, and the girls, inspired by this display of skill from the boys, decide they're going to cook spaghetti. it was like some sort of social experiment where kids are playing house in a controller laboratory setting. spaghetti burned to the bottom of the pan, stinking up the room, screws and washers sticking to toes, fingers fumbling with tools. it was kind of funny. it would have been funnier if it would have been hot as fuck in there. anyway. hope she stays there longer than she did in Chicago. i wish she would have stayed in art school up there. although, she was downtown and i'm kind of glad she's living above that street. i was getting tired of worrying about her whenever i stopped to think about it.

now, in honor of the last short story that got bounced back in the mail like a fucking boomerang, i going to post it right here. at least some strangers (and friends) will read it, and isn't that all i really wanted? it's a revised version of a story i submitted twice before. it's had three endings and the same reaction for each new version from every magazine i've sent it to, "good writing, however..." however this, you visionless fucks.

anyway, check it out. i'll post it right now. any comments or feedback would be like gold and much appreciated and i'd put your name in my next story if you take the time to read my shit. hey! maybe that's what i should be saying in the query letters: "Dear sirs, how would you like to get your name in some stranger's angst-ridden fiction! well, happy fucking birthday cause i'm your man!"

okay, here ya go, i'm pasting it in there now. this blogger thing will probably scramble it a bit and drop all the italics and special effects. i just changed the ending again too so beware the typos. although it's based on several people i've known, and things i've been thinking about lately, there's a large piece of my little sister in there, as i worried about her riding the subways in Chicago.

::: david - 3:33 PM [+] :::
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