Solitaire ’till dawn

I rarely say this, but I had too much caffeine today. Two big mugs of coffee at home. Later, when I was feeling better (called in sick from work today due to my serotonin hell), I went to D’s and had a large iced coffee and a refill. That’s the strongest thing they sell. Finally, for odd social reasons, I ended up at Ruba where I had a double espresso. WHY did I get a double?

My arms hurt and I’m hearing a buzz in the air, literally. It’s an ok temporary antidepressant, I guess. I have that feeling right now that I’m clutching a rope while looking down at boiling lava. Maybe that’s why my arms hurt.

There was a whole lot of talk about sex tonight. I felt like Charlie Brown in the Halloween special, where after everyone talks about the candy they got he says “I got a rock” every time. I’ve thrown my kick at too many vanishing footballs in the last ten years. Fuck you, Lucy.

In the old days when I got really down and lonely like this, I’d drive way way out into the desert, maybe all the way to Blythe or really deep into Inyo/Kern. The rushing air and the emptiness and the moon over some big stark jagged mountains were easy on the soul. I never want to do that alone again, ever. Someone come with me next time.

I’ve never really had anyone to take impromptu road trips with, or sit around on the floor arguing about music all night with, or just to hang out with arm in arm all day and be comfortable. No one’s ever particularly wanted to share that kind of closeness with me. When people say they want to be intimate with me, they really just want to be entertained and then disappear, at least so far. It’s discouraging.

You all might want to put cones around this thing and drive around it for the next few if you don’t want to see some bloody corpses. I’m getting more and more confessional every day. I literally have nothing and no one to lose.

Now we see as through a glass, darkly. But soon we will see face to face.

3 thoughts on “Solitaire ’till dawn

  1. Inyo
    Inyo National Forest is my favorite place in the world. But it’s not a place to go by yourself–even with people around it’s surface-of-the-moon lonely. Probably why I like it so much.
    And you’re far too good of a writer to ignore, even when you’re in hardcore depression mode. You’re going to snap out of this, right? I’m too busy right now to go to drive south and kick some sense into you. But I will if I have to.

  2. Want to go to Disney with me this weekend and see Nightmare before Christmas? I dont know about the arm in arm part, but hanging out is a close second.

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