The air is a swimming pool and I am going to drown in it. Interrupting pivotal fifth grade piano recitals with feedback. I missed my amplifier. I miss my microphone. It is almost the conclusion of the semester and I am terrified and distracted and indifferent. Yes, I’m aware. Maroon shorts do not dissipate this heat. This heat is so preoccupying.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
