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Wednesday, December 8, 2004
He thought he was pretty crazy if crazy was crazy
I went pretty crazy at the Steak Buffet tonight. I was blabbering on and on about things, and was doing other things.
They gave me a computer monitor today, because they got a new one, so I got the old one, for free. I took it out to my car after work, and then went back in and out came Kuuntz. As he went in his car, he dangled out a power cord and went in. Then Davey came out, and chased me. I was a faster runner than him and he never caught me. He got in his car and acted as if he was going to run me over, and then drove off and I ran on after him, crazily. I didn't catch up so I went back to Kuunt's truck and Davey drove by a few more times then left.
Kuuntz then backed out and drove off with his truck, and I ran and followed his truck, and eventually I hopped in its back, but my foot was only on it so I pivoted off, and then I chased again and this time got on top of it, and laid inside, but then he suddenly accelerated and I fell off, scraped my face a bit, cut my hand pretty deep, scraped myself on one part of my side, scraped my knee, my elbow, my glasses fell from my face, the lenses came out.
I stood up immediately. It did not hurt too much. Kuuntz came back and asked me if I was okay, and then he got out and I told him I was fucked, because for sure my glasses were broken. I kept saying I wasn't too badly injured.
He picked up my glasses, told me to get in his truck and drove me to my car, and then I remembered I had long ago kept some napkins from a fast food place (it is something my grandpa does), and I got them and soaked up the blood from my hand and my head and walked over to Kuuntz, and stood in the cold while he tried to repair my glasses.
After what seemed like forever he was done, and then I came home.
My dad was here. I lied to him at first, and then told him the truth bit-by-bit, and then told him I didn't want him to call Kuuntz or tell anyone about it because he doesn't even have his license and he drives.
The whole time at the Steak Buffet and even now I have had this sense of euphoria - perhaps this is the "runner's high" they speak of. Everything sort of feels surreal.
This is the first time I've gotten wounds in a while.
Kuuntz asked me why I had even tried to get on his truck, and I told him today I was crazy, I would do anything. I think that says it enough.
I have homework to do but I won't do it because I just don't have it in me.
Now that I think about it I'm sick of the ruthlessness of my life right now. It's way too compressed, I never get to do what I want anymore. Always working or relaxing or something else. . .
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