So. I used to release non-fiction under a pen name, Zeke. There is no mystery left on my horizon. Nothing to hide from as I enter life #3, knowing full well it took two whole lives worth of mistakes and garbage to get here - all of which, I wrote about. I had planned to release these entries under a longer book/zine called “Absolute Incineration”, and maybe I still will, but I see no harm in starting to share. Note that these are all written as entries from over years and years of my life, so they convey how I was feeling at the time, not how I feel/am now. Looking back, I find it very clear that I did need some real help, but, damn was I hard-pressed to find it. Anyways. Now it can be for your consumption and enjoyment.
This will not be a part of my weekly newsletter series, so, I will not be sending these out to email. If you’re interested in reading through some of my auto-biographical horrors and accomplishments, you’ll just have to come visit from time to time. Let’s begin.
Entry 08/20/21
I woke up naked in his bed. I can’t feel my fucking face. I reach up to touch my nose and it’s crusted over like a freshly dried stucco job on a beautiful house, ready to crack off and fall away at a moment’s notice. Ah yes, drugs. I’m pretty sure he had some basketball shorts on or something - impressive after the night we had. Where the fuck is my phone? It’s the morning. Holy shit, the sunlight - oh fuck, where the fuck is my phone? What time is it? Shit! I wake him up.
“Hey, sorry to wake you. I can’t find my phone and I need it”