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my life has become insufferably tiresome. I am constantly beset by ignorant bore some rubes. I have not a single friend within nine hundred miles. I sit here at the center of an eighteen hundred mile wide hole without the slightest hope for excitement anywhere in sight. during the week I sleep as much as possible, my only relief from mind numbing boredom. on the weekends I drink. . . I go to mediocre parties surrounded by mediocre people with mediocre things to say. I drink as much as my body can handle, as quickly as I can manage without doing permanent damage. the mossbacks regularly give me odd looks for many of the things I say, but it doesnt matter. I could talk my way out of anything out here with these backwoods educated people. I need a night of decadence and depravity, but I suppose that will come soon enough, Im guessing in about 14 days. we will see. . . |
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