10:32 a.m. - 2008-06-20
pepper.
It was more than a few years ago.
06/20. he said it had something to do with numbers. eight being never ending and how he would go to heaven.
When they put him in the ground, the saw his arm, the one where he dragged the steak knife through his skin. They found holes, burned into his other arm. They wanted to ask me questions, but I just looked at the molted carpet of the waiting room and shook my head. I could not do it, because he didnt say anything when they asked him the same questions. It just happened that way. I didnt ask him about it, and he didnt ask me. A freak thing between the two of us.
They say, that some people just use other tools, (tools if you will) to cope with... Emotions, or with hard situations, or whatever the books tell you.
If I were a shrink, I'd want to ask people... Do you ever just do it because you can? To know that you have free will, to fuck up your own body?
I ramble.
In the bedroom, there was a cd. It was Unplugged. And thats really all you need to know.
More later.
