Friday, June 5, 2009
RICHIE - CHAPTER EIGHT (Twitter Novel / Keitai Shosetsu)
the next weeks pretty
boring basically i dont
see richie all that much
only in isaacs class and
the most interesting thing
there happens after class
when i come back to grab
this book i left behind
and hes talking with
isaacs really animatedly
like when he was in the
cafeteria that one day and
hes holding this book that
i ended up remembering
the title of because it
reminded me of a song by
the spider babies its called
-letters from a living dead
man- which sounds
really cool like a zombie
story but i dont know
why richie would be so
like passionate about a
zombie book but when i
come in the classroom
they both stop talking
immediately and richie
lowers the book to his
side and im like -left my
book- and neither one
speaks until i leave which
is weird but whatever
so otherwise i meet with
my social worker and hes
this old hippy with a pony
tail and a beer gut and hes
always trying to
get me to talk about the
day i took the gun to
school and i dont know
how many times i can
find different ways to say
i got tired of balls hits in
basketball and being
called faggot and spit on
and having my arm
twisted behind my back
until theyd pull down my
pants and point out skid
marks and my little dick
to whatever girls were
around
and he always nods and
says –go on- and im like
there is nothing else but
he asks me how it all felt
and im like how do you
think
it felt it sucked balls and
hes always –when you
say it sucked balls what
do you mean- and i just
sigh and eventually
he starts talking more
than i do and i just kind
of zone out and classes
are always pretty much
the same
i mean somebody will go
off pretty much every day
but they get hustled out
by crisis staff to one of
the chill-out rooms
with the cool lighting and
the ambient music and the
water table and the clay
and stuff and that usually
works pretty well
and if it doesnt the crisis
staff have this really
weird way of talking
where they get super
quiet
and their gestures become
like slow motion and
their voices fall into
rhythm almost
but its only happened to
me a couple of times so i
havent seen it enough to
really be able to figure
out exactly
what theyre doing but
anyway every night is
basically the same
drinking beers watching
movies playing g5
smoking weed
and occasionally ill knock
out some homework but
if we dont do it its not
like we get in real trouble
or anything
so i post on my blog and
beat off to internet porn
and listen to satellite
radio and catch bong hits
when i can
and sleep a lot and beat
off some more which
leads to more sleep and
then maybe watch a free
pay-per-view on the 52
inch
or if someones playing
madden or pimptastic 2 ill
watch for awhile a
couple times i hang out
with justin
drink 40s with him which
i think he gets from a
dorm staff and we
download a leaked copy
of kill takers new album
which i was super excited
about at first but got
pretty boring by the end
of the week and hanging
out with justin
is kind of like just
hanging out with myself
really so i end up beating
off again and afterwards i
just go to bed
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8 comments:
My god, I've never read anything like this before. It's hypnotic, it got inside my head and just SHOWED itself to me. Bloody hell, it's good.
I second what Sack Posset said. Very good. Jason, do you realize that this is genius? and flowing..and interesting..and brave..and lots more.
I'm now following you on twitter too.
Very cool. We get inside Dee Dee's head.
I agree, this is totally, completely hypnotic. And the characterisation. The Twitter-format makes it almost like stream of consciousness narrative beat poetry - did you just invent a new genre??? It is brilliant, Jason.
ditto n stuff, n bravo.
I can't fail to be astounded at how you manage to convey so much detail and story in such little bites of words...fantastic. And as others have mentioned your words certainly put the reader of them under a spell.
There you go. What they said. (and an 'I told you so' to go with it).
you folks are all way too kind. but i appreciate it nonetheless.
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