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2002-10-09 - 1:37 p.m. i can never remember what i wrote the last time, i read my journal not for egocentric reasons but simply because i want to remember the fine details of my life. i have been listening to the fugees endlessly i found a tape of "the score" at the record store in my hometown for three dollars (i also found a 90210 watch, but the owner [a middle aged long island man] literally grabbed it out of my hands and said, "that isn't for sale! that's mine!"). it's the perfect soundtrack for walking around new york. goofy but revolutionary, surprising but still important. dancable and intellectual. sometimes i take off my headphones & listen to people too. the other day on the f train a dude about my age was recieving a call on his cell phone which played a song instead of ringing. an old blind man asked him, a little too loudly, "WHAT KINDA INSTRUMENT ARE YA PLAYING, SONNY?" the my-age guy replied, "cell phone." the old man was like, "OH THAT'S REALLY NICE. HERE'S SOMETHING FOR YA" and gave him a quarter! his girlfriend kept saying, in an annoyed voice, "now you're robbing the blind." am i making any sense to anyone besides me? i need a second job so fucking badly and it makes me want to slash my chest every day, but other than that i'm doing really well & loving life in this weird, weird place. i regret everything. i regret nothing.
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