Is that me or is that you?
Is it me or is that the guy from ‘My so called life’?
Is this character me, or am I this character?
Which came first? My father more than likely. He is kind of selfish that way.
Is there a line?
You don’t gingerly step over it. One day you find yourself heavily entrenched in it fully. How did this bong get here and why are you trying to buy special k from me?
If you are lucky you can trace it back to a moment…What’s that weird smell coming from that cigarette?
Maybe you can recall with great detail the feral curiosity that lead to stealing a joint from dad’s stash and how that is intrinsically linked to abusing Vicodin in a young ladies dorm room.
Now it’s serious!
As it is with most things until you sit down and organize your memories it all kind of floats around in your mind as a large stagnant puddle of moments. The kind that equally entertain astonish and embarrass in one devastating blow.
Was that me I am remembering, or am I imagining a movie as my life?
The part of you that has been trained to be a good little boy refuses to believe that any of it is true.
No way did I sneak out of an emergency room after being brought there by cops under the suspicion of alcohol poisoning. No! Never!
I would never do rails with a transexual I just met in a bathroom of a night club! Not my boy!
Is this a coming of age story in reverse? What is that actors name that is playing me?
He gained a lot of weight.
The map is not the territory.
Was I fucked in the head before the drugs? Could the drugs have had this effect on me?
Is this me you were looking for?
For me looking is where this is.
confusion mounts the experience(noisesketch)