2004-07-02 | 11:39 p.m.

it's friday, it's night, I'm free. I can see the moon seeping through the whorled clouds -- I am making a drug run. tonight I will paint my house green, blue, yellow, red. my friend holly is living with me until college starts again, but tonight she is firecracking with her family far away. 'you think that you own the world,' my father said once, when I was twelve, when a goose waddled up to me and bit me on the leg and my hand shot out and curled itself around the neck, and yes. I'm not afraid.

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