062007

                                                                                                    San Antonio, TX

Wednesday June 20, 2007

     8:42pm  I am finally using this new tape recorder my mom bought me. I have been writing on paper for a good ten days. I should keep doing that, even though I have a tape recorder again. When I write things down, I can think it out better. It's not off-the-brain like just talking into my recorder. Especially if I'm stoned, hehe. When I first got to this house it was trashed, like it usually is when I'm not here. My mom tried giving me the excuse that it was because the construction guys are here. But mom, they're working in the backyard, not inside your house. I cleaned up the huge mess in the living room in like half an hour. Had it swept and everything. My mom is being really cool. She brought me food home and everything. She bought me a couple boxes of Total cereal. She's being my mom. I love her to death. She's doing her job. That's a lot more than I can say for my bastard father, hehe.

                  I know the word bastard doesn't apply, but I'm still going to use it. It sounds good with Franklin. Bastard Franklin.

                  I am still shocked how nothing has changed here. They're all good little slaves in this neighborhood. It's disgusting.

     9:12pm  I checked my email and I got a MySpace message from Stormy Morgan.

Next day..