Today I read this blog post
and
thought
yes true
Today is Bloomsday
Bloomsday is the reminder I have to remember when my brother committed suicide
which was today
I think 6 years ago
2004.
I woke up early and did algabre with a crazy polish ex-commie
then i came home
and showered
i didn't shave
I'm scuffy for political reasons
Then I drove back to the campus and went to the math tutor
She taught me to find likeness or combine them or something
Went to bernice's moms and ate eggs and hotdogs mixed together
Finished my math homework at the kitchen table
read 70 pages of Weber on the couch
and then
weed whacked
then got a sun tan
i keep thinking i should contact another humans and go somewhere
but i don't know if i want to talk
i don't want to think of things to say
and i don't want to have to reply
to what is being said to me
i don't think
as of today
any topics need to be discussed out loud
I feel like i should get flowers and drive them to my brother's grave
but i don't feel like driving
it is like 20 minutes there and i'll have to get gas and that will cost like five dollars
i don't have any money for flowers either
I don't want to go there alone either
It doesn't seem right to be there alone
There is a diary queen near the cemetary, maybe my friend Biz will be there and she always says interesting things.
Maybe i could go to the yankee kitchen and my first girlfriend will be there, she is tall and sad, divorced with three kids.
Okay, I'm going to do this.
I'm going to leave my house
I don't have any money for flowers
but maybe i could like
kick his grave or something
and try to act like a brother
or something.
5 comments:
I'm not in touch with my brother. I wish I was. He's still alive, so at least there's a chance we'll talk again.
this is unrelated re: "yes, true"
a friend of mine picked up "the insurgent" out of my 'library crate' on a whim and ended up reading it a day later and loved it. since then it has made its way through the hands of other people who are friends and they all have loved it.
just wanted to let you know that.
feel better noah. we can all have laughs soon.
i feel insensitive in light of your extremely revealing post/feel like you 'put yourself out there' and my complete ignorance of said post was in bad taste.
this is (was) heartbreaking to read. i'm sorry and i'm glad you are able to write about it. best wishes to you.
shitty things always seem to happen on bloom's day
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