102609 #treefrog I don't want to be responsible for these damn kids any more. I just want to hear the radio, listen to the lulling rhythms of speech, go to sleep, get up, drink coffee, go to work, masturbate, dream, smoke, drink coffee, go to work, go home, get fucked, and do it all over again. I want to go back to pretending to be a poet and a king. I would even like to take a little trip where I could go back to pretending to be a grown-up again. Remember that? A whiff of something very like Victoria took me back, took me way, way back just a minute ago, in the parking lot, while waiting for the damn buses to pick up these damn kids in the rain. With their lighters. Their hoodies. Their money. Their football. And their deep, deep, sad brown eyes.