matt fromm (march 24 1982 / los angels, ca.)
too much time. just enough experience to go absolutely berserk.
I have had enough time and done enough time to make anybody weep.
my seed spread all through out the land.
my bar days. whore days, actor days reduced to nothing.
all that experience.
all that torture
all the endurance reduced to nothingness.
the other day a nice young black women who works security at the coffee shop I frequent informed me that that she sees me rounding the corner every day to get my coffee. she said she can predict my every movement.
she said it was a good thing.
I I don't know.
now I have to see if that truck out side my house which isn't really mine; is gonna tow my car.
why would they do that? maybe its because I am there. because my car is there.
shit; I think I better grab my baseball bat.
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