words

i've been short recently. like down in jacksonville after a ten-hour bus ride nearly without sleep and standing for six straight hours and watching a football game in the rain and everyone's celebrating and they're playing the fight song and all i can do is cry. no words. walking down to the landing afterwards for dinner with my friends, fans everywhere. and i'm thinking:

i'm in jacksonville
i just rode forever on a bus to get here
i'm at the landing
there's a band outside
a thirty foot tall christmas tree
we're on the water
celebrating people everywhere
wake just won the acc championship

i can't describe it at all. it was too much, still is. and i've been writing a lot but for fiction and i've been reading a lot but it's for school. and once i get through two more hellish exams i can go home and be boring and read novels because i want to.

and i'm thinking about people and it's confusing. i'd really kind of like to be an elderly black man. and have a motorcycle. and play slide guitar.

and that hispanic girl on 'ten items or less'? i'm in love with her.

and those girls who sing the songs. them too.

and fans of this one comic strip.