They're hanging dead people from trees man! They're hanging them, and I'm fuckin' freakin!

In 2005, I was walking down he street with a friend of mine, who doesn't want his real name revealed by me online, ever because he doesn't want to be associated with me anymore.

So me and this friend let's just call him Ryan are walking and I am coming down from tripping on acid, so I don't really notice how strange the day is, but he damn sure does.

He keeps telling me that he doesn't like the town we are in, and that there is something wrong with it, and I tell him fucker, I don't like any damn town, any damn where and to shut the fuck up because I am looking for something, my mind, I lost it,,, three days ago or thirty years ago and I am pretty sure that it is in this damn town and that it comes in a tiny bottle or a little pokey object or plastic bag and if that damn mother fucker would just answer his phone, and then... I look up

And I realize my friend is screaming and crying hysterically,

THEY are hanging men from trees in this town!! It's not right! It's just not right!!! And he falls to the ground, crying hysterically...

Damn, I broke him.

Ryan, you dumb bastard they're floating. They're suspended, in air.

Cut to black, and we both wake up, on the ground.

My mouth is bleeding, Ryan is unharmed, and doesn't remember anything.

Good. Good for him.

I will never FUCKING FORGET.

Untitled or my Name. or it doesn't matter we are all the same.

I am in a bathroom, in a Wendy's,

2000 miles or 2000 light years away from where I write this now.

I am staring at your picture, Maribel Ramos,

Which apparently to a cop, sounds a lot like Amanda Suarez

Because S is close to R right?

And what's the difference between Spain-Spanish and Mexican?

And you both have brown hair.

So I am standing, in Wendy's and remembering how that bastard that fucking piece of shit, touched my hair, and told me he was going to make me look nice, very nice, for the man, the man in the black tent,

Who can't tell the difference between Maribel Ramos and Amanda Suarez or Spanish and Mexican either,

FUCK THE SYSTEM.

One night, at Monmouth University

I took 10 Adderall,

And you know that scene

In Sin City...

Yea, that one.

You're making a big mistake.

That's what I heard.., In my head.

And, it was.. kind of.

I sat there and read all of Great Expectations, and it met none of mine,

Because I was stuck.

Focused with tunnel vision on something else...

Far STRANGER

Sitting in the corner,,,

A man, typing furiously, and leaving exactly every ten minutes,

To sit outside and laugh hysterically for 10 minutes intervals.

This went on for four hours,

While I sat crawling out of sweat soaked whiskey skin,

And wondering if I was hallucinating. I still don't know,

But later,

I found out and old man was coming to my college,

to escape the cold. The cops banned him,

and later he died on a park bench on the boardwalk in Asbury Park.

I don't like remembering things...