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2002-09-10 || 9:59 a.m. || and ben's fascination with john hinkley and joy division. || i get so stuck on this: friday nights at the mcgee house. walking in cold with two boys. my entire universe on a four foot square of sidewalk. haunted coats and scuffed shoes. watching our breath and cigarette smoke get all mixed up, an eight o'clock chemical equation, before disappearing into traffic and median strips. coming home to drink whiskey from tea cups, watching the progress in the expressions on the boys' faces, in the volume of their laughter. oriental rugs and black and white photos. bars on the windows. faulty record needles. the final walk barefoot on linoleum before falling in to bed, into friday night defeated sleep. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |