The whole “write what’s on your mind” thing doesn’t work anymore.
Now it’s more like, I want to rip the keyboard from the kumputer and throw it out the window. I want to smash the window broken shattered with the computer itself.
I remember when I was drunk I took a screwdriver to the monitor.
Brother lived here still when I did that.
I wonder if it scared him.
Heightened sense of altertness.
I’ve known his fear.
I’ve observed it from afar.
He was really scared some times.
When I did things.
When I was psychotic.
Booze is good.
Heroin is better.