Cadillac ‘08

13Sep08

His thumb jutted out, parallel to his body. Cars whizzing by, his eyes glaze over behind dark sunglasses. The sweat forming on his brow is absorbed by a bright red bandana around his head. The gallon water jug forces his shoulder to sag, he lets it fall gently to the ground. It’s been a good [...]

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Tags: bandana, car, car crash, hitckhike, road trip, suicide

Transcribed on a Headstone

08May08

The busy streets of new York race beneath me. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing you can stop traffic with one false footfall. A man walks up behind me. We exchange hellos and he asks me what’s wrong.
“You can’t trust people anymore, chief. They’ll tell you they’re going to the store and end up in Vegas. [...]

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Freedom.

23Apr08

Do you know how fast a bullet travels?
Say you’re four-hundred feet away from me. If I shoot, it will take one thirty-one million, forthy-nine thousand, six hundredth of a year to hit you. One. Single. Second. Now, say you were a foot away. It would take one four hundredth of a second for that bullet [...]

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