Sunday, January 11, 2004
Patti Smith is playing; I have a sharp image of me speaking with my sister. She moves the speaker closer to her ear to hear the lyrics, unable to hear them clearly (as punk does.) She comments that my experience outstrips her life in the ghetto; by finding Art I have made Life. I retort, by finding Life she has made Art. Then I come out of it and remember that I'll probably never speak to her again and I'll never be very Punk at all.
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They've started selecting jurors for the defendants accused of killing Gwen Araujo. It's difficult to believe that this crime occur...
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Lugging home groceries sucks ass. I wish I planned far enough in advance to get the stuff delivered more often.
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