081613 #worm That's what the one driving the truck said. And then he expired. Son of a bitch died, on my fucking tarp by the southwest rotten pumpkin field. How long those pumpkins have been rotting, I can not tell you, nor can any man. But how long that kid that was driving that orange truck has been dead? Oh--about five hours. Better go around there soon, if you want to see him. The crows and vultures aren't going to wait forever. Nevermind the worms and smaller ideas even more sizzling and potent still. Yawn. I can't believe he died. It makes me tired. I didn't know him at all. He seemed like he was on drugs. Ha! That's all I know about youth culture. "On drugs." I'm sure that's some kind of joke, you know, among the youth. You were considerably more upset about the kid than I was, and believe it or not, this time I didn't even have the energy to retroactively act like I really was, after all. Upset.