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Chapters (11)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. March 18, 2013
  4. March 27, 2013
  5. April 4, 2013
  6. April 11, 2013
  7. April 30, 2013
  8. May 21, 2013
  9. June 13, 2013
  10. August 3, 2013
  11. August 12, 2013

he said ‘i’m not even bringing my keys, i’m not even…turning off the music, i’m not turning off the lights.’ i was grinning really big, breathing through my mouth, moving fast, getting my keys. we left hurriedly. i thought for a minute we’d walk then he said ‘we’re taking the car, right?’ and i said ‘yeah, yeah, the car, yeah, fast.’ on the way there we decided to hurl it into the river. i said ‘maybe it will grow like, a thing. bounty. fortune.’

parked. walked towards the water with the watermelon bag and whiskey bag. pointed at a cloud and said ‘look, it looks pink.’ he said ‘yeah, it does.’ the lights looked really pretty. reminded me of a night in ohio with tao, when we did mushrooms before we were dating, walked along a beach by a city. i pointed at the bridge and said ‘i can’t believe the lights are really changing color, that’s really what…’ ex-boyfriend said ‘yeah, that’s what they did with that money.’ a group of people were standing by the water. ex-boyfriend said ‘oh no’ and i said ‘no, they’re doing bad things too.’

i said ‘take a picture of me.’ he said ‘what is this, hipstermatic? wasn’t there a thing called that?’ i said ‘hipstamatic, yeah, i had that,’ climbing over more rocks than i thought there would be. there was confusion about whether the bag would be thrown. the bag was not to be used. i lifted the watermelon out of the bag and threw it as hard as i could. when it landed it made an ‘UFF’ sound. ex-boyfriend said ‘UFF’ like how rick ross says it, in a way we’ve referenced a lot, that i think started because of something victoria trott tweeted about how her dog sometimes makes an ‘UFF’ sound like rick ross.

investigated watermelon landing area. took another picture. ex-boyfriend poured whiskey into two ‘florida’ shot glasses we found in abandoned trailer months ago. we drank the shots. i threw mine at my face more than i drank it. a lot dripped down the sides of my face. i was laughing. ex-boyfriend said something and i said about 11% of it didn’t make it in my mouth.

i said ‘we did it, it’s over.’ ex-boyfriend said ‘it can be better now peg, see? see, now we can make other stuff for dinner: i’ll buy mushrooms and avocado, because lately when i’ve been making rice and beans i find it’s nice to have a bite of cooked vegetables and rice AND avocado’ and i was touching his arm and being like ‘yeah yeah!’ and jumping/jogging a little as we walked to the car.