i made the hugemistake today of anot rbinging andy paper with me. i am teh sort of personwho hould alwys have paper nearby, jsut in case.

After I took teh SAT i went out to eat and then drove aorund, I had almso tan hour to kil before rehearsal started. by original plan ahd been to hang out with my grandparents but this mornig I discovered they were out of town at a reunion.

I wnet there anyway.

my grandfather has this little backyard patio. an area he has coverde in concrete and decorative stone. this stoney oasis in the mdist of his over watered grass. In my head words were milling about, the beginnings of a peice of prose that had been taking shape back in the restaurant.

Today i learned the finer points of dining alone from an elderly man in a japanese fast food restaruant.

Havung jsu ttaken teh SAT i had 2 finely sharpened nubmer 2 pencils on my person, but no paper. I was tempted to write the wrds on my grandfathers bench swing, sjut to ge thtem down,i would coem back later and retreive them when i had soem paper on me, but hten I found it

a week ago ERin had given me a map to her house and there it was,alying on the floorbaord of my car, i snathed it up, a wrinkled, dirty, half sheet of paper. there were no words on the back, it was waiting with nothin on it but a footprint.

I scuried to the table and begna wriritng.

I had to write as thugh each lin on the paper were two and i disregarded any respect for margins I ahd veer had. I og thte words down. I jsut kept writing there, sitting behind an emtpy house my figners growing cold and wandering how much tim eI had left till rehearsal, I wrote

i have taken to using the recording aspect of the tape player I keep in my car, sometimes I want the words out before they are lost. I want to regurgitate them beofre they seep out of my pours into nothingness

Words without voice, words wihtout paper. the story of my life