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.

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