I must have written this at my old house because it was in a book from a box I haven't touched since the move.
But I don't remember writing it.
And I don't remember having purple post-its.
But I do remember "Absinthe Night".
This is exactly what it says:
tonight only
((ph#))
vida suicide
after a few glasses of Absinthe
goes down to the barn
doing her chores
mucking out stalls
no shirt
"$5,000 & nothing to show. Where did it go?"
"up your nose.
a disturbing % of your body mass is scar tissue."
Strange because as I remember it, I went down to the barn with Eric in the dead of night - both of us right shittered on the green stuff - to refill the water buckets in the paddocks.
And we totally half-assed it.
Hey, that reminds me, I was talking to my sister the other day about booze and dope and she said she had found out how to - and was going to - make absinthe; I said "This is what happened last time I drank that shit!" and displayed the four wicked scars on my left arm. We laughed.
Oh. I think things are starting to connect now....
Hmm....
Does any of this make sense to you?
"Stop rehearsing alcohol and start performing narcotics."
P.S. I miss you.