you can't fake fakeness
September 26, 2005 / 4:02 p.m.
The sitting around drinking coffee and watching ESPN, the walking to the bus stop in the middle of a pretty day in my fake leather jacket that's maroon, the bus that's full of people who are smothered in the combined cloud of body odor/alcohol and cigarettes, the plaintive days.
all there is to do now is forget about editing my resume, and go downtown and find a book to read (the first 10 pages of), and then maybe sit at the portland coffee house and watch people walk by.
a day like any other. my life motivation is to waste life, apparently.