the sound of unidentified organisms in trees

I’m sitting at the Huddle House in Cochran. I can’t get a WiFi connection, so I don’t remember when I last posted, or what I posted.

I’ve been back in town for a couple weeks. Amanda picked me up at the airport in Savannah. The flight from Allentown was only like $60. Good deal. Amanda is awesome. We grew up together, and were always in the same classes, but we never hung out or anything except at my birthday party in middle school, where my pony peanut stepped on her foot. We got in trouble on a Gifted field trip to Washington, D.C. for attempting to steal lighters from some store. Before that I was pretty much a perfect kid. Oh well. C’est la vie.

Anyway, Kasey Thornton is my waitress. I am happy about that. She has been clean for months. I should hang out with her. I went to her mom’s house to see her the other day, and Kasey was sitting on the front porch. I guess at the time I was just wanting to smoke some meth with her mom (and hang out with her—she’s pretty cool), so I only stayed for a minute. I felt guilty afterwards for not hanging out, so I’m glad I came to the Huddle House tonight.

I kinda wish Colleen would hang out with me. I miss old times. It just hasn’t been the same since Randall was murdered.

Blah blah blah.

I went to Cassey’s open mic night tonight at some Italian restaurant in Swainsboro. I was reluctant to play, but I did anyway. I got some claps, but I think they were just being polite. Maybe I should put hooks in my songs like that guy at Short Mountain said that I should so I can make money. I don’t really care about money, though, except maybe to get my teeth fixed. Oh yeah, Kasey’s dad makes dentures. My mom wants me to talk to him.

I went outside to smoke a cigarette, and Quinton showed up. He was friends with my Uncle Johnny who died last year. He’s living in his old shop now. He invited me to come hang out with him. The last time I saw him, I was in psychosis, I guess, and I thought he was Kurt Cobain (they look a lot alike), so I went back to his house with him. He is so beautiful. I would love to cuddle with him, but I don’t know if I would be punished by some god or something. Who knows. Who knows anything, really. I think I’m going to go home now and watch something on Netflix to get my mind off of everything. There’s so much more that I should probably write—maybe I will later.