10:45pm EST

My eyes usually tend to escape me at around this time. My father will be visiting tomorrow. A couple hours ago my girlfriend gave herself to me again. And sex is a peculiar thing especially for two 17 year olds. You go through your pubescent life hearing how great it is. And how complicated and intricate. But when it happens, it is simple. And it feels fine. Not great. But maybe it’s the rubber on my c**k that numbs me from feeling.

So I’m still laying here open on this itchy carpet with the sleep turning me. I think of Dad and Sex and love and racist. Money and good people even though they can’t belong in the same sentence with a truthful hand or tongue or whatever may have you. The can of soda shines with the light from the television and it tells me, “it’ll be here in the morning.” But maybe I won’t bother getting up for it.

But anyways I should go watch the radiator leak now.