Went to a pep rally, got into a fight with a cheerleader. She didn’t like my attitude. I’ve fought with fists and words. I’ve only won with the latter. I was beaten to a pulp by an old man walking a dog. I crashed my car into a garbage can. Things didn’t seem to get any easier. Carmen gave me a choice, shape up or ship out. I drank a Corona, tasted like mana from heaven. The headache started to disappear. Got my thoughts together, changed my shirt. Couldn’t wait for my head to hit that pillow. A little water on the face and I’m a brand new man. Headed for the house and brought my girl some flowers.

Ran out of gas, can’t afford it. Stopped in a Mexican restaurant to refuel. A plate full of beans and two margaritas and I’m ready for business. A nose full of jam and I don’t know what it’s like to lose steam. Borrowed twenty dollars from mommy. Told her I got a job as a shortstop, start next week. Coltrane’s in the background and Carmen is yelling. Stains on my sweatpants but a brand new t-shirt. I can’t afford to live anymore. It’s too expensive. Bought 24 cans of Schaefer for $8.99. Shined up the wing tips and went for a bike ride.

Went for a bike ride to collect my thoughts. Got a bite to eat. Had a large chocolate milk. Woke up to her touching my face. Quite bizarre. Felt good and bad. I feel worse than I did yesterday. Whatever, I’ve gone fishing.

I cried myself to sleep and wept for too long. I spent a night with her. It was biblical in its intensity. We took a nap and woke up in a bread and milk community. People stared and they wished upon my death. I spoke to a rent boy about his debts. The rain, it washes my troubles away. I took another nap and dreamt about my final breath.

I tried to sing for a minute, always do. Things didn’t work out like I’d hoped. Sometimes I drink with the intent to stop breathing. Saw this boy who looked like a bird. He had a look on his face like he just made in his pants. Nice bike though, red and silver. Saw an old friend, she looked real good. A glass of champagne and a bunch of old stories. Lost my mind for a few hours. I don’t remember a thing. I came home at 3 and threw up in my shoe.

I found myself in a hysterical dream, one of the funniest yet. I landed in a bicycle cemetery. I tripped over some handlebars. Walked through a forest of windmills and danced over a bed of roses. Saw a kid eating an apple on a banana seat. An Asian man handed me a bible and a mask. My father shouted, he lost his marbles. My mother farted, it smelled like raisins. We ate salad and drank sangria. Cocky bastards checking out each others rides. The yard stunk like leftovers. It was study time and I wasn’t in the mood. I found the one bike that wasn’t in the ground and I pedaled my ass out of there.