dear up to meet the coconut truck diary,
i didn't sleep worth a damn, but i never do when the windows are open. it ain't the country here in the shitty city. man i am telling you now, right now, here and now, you ain't slept til you slept in the country. birds really don't even chirp there and if they do, you don't hear them. no heroes blaring by at all hours of the day and night, no constant stream of traffic, no screaming meat wagons, no buses (for shit sake,) no kids walking by, just the silence of the grass growing. you're prolly thinking, "damn, ain't this whore been in the city now for ten years? shouldn't she be used to living where she's at?" and my response to that is, "NO." i will never get used to having neighbors crammed up my ass and the circus people licking and petting me every time i leave my house. i'd love to have a quiet night of sleep so i didn't have to sleep all day to try and make up for what i lost.
i didn't sleep worth a damn, but i never do when the windows are open. it ain't the country here in the shitty city. man i am telling you now, right now, here and now, you ain't slept til you slept in the country. birds really don't even chirp there and if they do, you don't hear them. no heroes blaring by at all hours of the day and night, no constant stream of traffic, no screaming meat wagons, no buses (for shit sake,) no kids walking by, just the silence of the grass growing. you're prolly thinking, "damn, ain't this whore been in the city now for ten years? shouldn't she be used to living where she's at?" and my response to that is, "NO." i will never get used to having neighbors crammed up my ass and the circus people licking and petting me every time i leave my house. i'd love to have a quiet night of sleep so i didn't have to sleep all day to try and make up for what i lost.
