Awake

I'm sitting up in bed, as the sun comes up smoking pot.

I fell asleep on the couch watching TV. I was dreaming about being lost in some religious cult. The evangelicals were blaring from the flat-screen, when I woke up.

“Ah!”

That's what the lost insomniacs are given a diet of, what they get when they are at their most vulnerable, sleep deprived, angsty, looking for answers. It's the state water-boarding gets you too, where you will admit, accept anything. I object to them, keep that American disease in America. Surely, old movies are better for them.

It seems the story of the deluded comes creeping at night, like rats.

I'm going to watch some porn.

It's Sunday morning, just breaking.

I had a fight with Mat. I am alone, on the weekend for the first time in, I don't know, how long.

I sign in to see if Carlo is on Facebook, it's 7.30 am and he's up early sometimes. He flirted with me on line, last time we were on. He said he wanted to have sex again. Right now, I can't think of a reason why not.

Mat shaves every hair off his body, to completely hairless. Carlo has a hairy chest and hairy stomach, among other things. I miss hairy guys, sometimes, you know.