dat disaster. it was this disaster. surreal when it’s you. when it’s not just a news story.
pretty sure that’s actually, well, at least was, my sister’s house. been staying there for a few months bouncing from basement to basement, on the lamb from homelessness on account of my own admittedly poor time management (see: effort towards literary endeavors v gainful employment otherwise). my sister had, well she still does have, a white saturn suv. she was in toluca around 11am cst. my brother in law had some dark green car, with specialty plates and a few notre dame bumper stickers. pretty sure i smoked where the backwall’s framing rests sideways on the ground now. this happened several times each night while staying here, there, because i can’t, couldn’t sleep, trying to pretend READ MORE >