LURADIO

as my brother walks by muttering “alcohol makes me shit,” i wonder what the hell i am doing here. bipolar summer extreme. fun shithell. fierce conflicts of brawling and bawling. kill dem.
today was the second day of classes: some kids rule, some suck ass.
in my 3-4 grade class, we used acrylics to create “creatures” (rorshach techniques) and a student’s wandering paintbrush resulted in a KAWS-like alteration of a photo in the newspaper. serendipitous magic. how much of that brilliant shit do i miss?
a tall homeless micronesian transvestite was chiznillin by my brother’s residence. sick. and not the good sick.
i am getting eaten up by mosquitoes and my mailbox is being bombarded by russian spam. goddamn hardboiled list.
i bought 70 records and two shirts today. i need to be back in northern california.