November 30, 2008
I'm coming through it, there are landmarks, there are street signs and picket fences, it's a normal neighborhood, it's one of those return to Kansas type moments, or I'm some dude in 1973 coming home from the war, people were happy already but they're slightly happier because I've come out the other side and am now in a red convertible going down their street because I came back from wherever, which was a cloud somewhere, I rematerialized going at high speed down the road, I don't remember this place or think I've ever been here but it was designed to be comforting and it's basically working out, the people were built to be friendly and the circumstances were designed to assist toward victory unless I broke the rules somehow by lying to the waiter or trying to cheat the system.

They have varsity coats like in the 50's, and the cars and the ridiculous hair products, all the women are pale with dark features and have wide apple shaped faces. They wear clothes with dots and interesting patterns. Where did I come from? What am I supposed to be remembering here? This is important, where was the last place before here? I am totally not remembering. White metal walls and a humming sound. Tall thick windows.

I'm too far gone dudes, I can't.

When you came back I should have figured it out because you had Natalie Portman there and it should have been a dead giveaway but instead I was all drunk and rude. You could have learned a lot from her, seriously, she knows all these languages and stuff. YOU SHOULD HAVE BRUSHED YOUR TEETH AT LEAST ONCE ALL YEAR.

This is all my fault.

You know what, when that girl lied to you about her Mom's imaginary brain tumor you should have just told her to fuck off. What a little pig. I've learned all about this, there are lots of little pigs around.

I'm sorry that guy threw out the ivy plant. One of the greatest disasters ever.