i am number

18

i hope he spells my name right.

nothing but a number

i have recently taken to feeling old.

am i really almost twenty?
did i really graduate almost a year ago?
did i really get summoned for jury duty the other day?



i once knew somebody really well,
and she once told me of how she imagined me in the future:

that i would be a chain smoking,
lonely, urban dwelling,
workaholic, cosmopolitan
bitch.

and i see that slowly coming to fruition.

half priced

i just came across this list that i made once while in half priced books with eddie. the list consists of the titles of books in the section reserved for the older and more valuable texts. these specific titles came from the paperbacks which, in their day, were sold for upwards of 50 cents. it's funny how several of the names could be those of some modern day subculture band of really any genre.

memos from purgatory
he who whispers
johnny six gun
the room upstairs
the flames of time
naked came the stranger
the cipher of death
the sleep of reason
sorak and the clouded tiger