Deer Diery

Deer diery,

I don't know what too right. Mom said right about your day. My day is cool, Andy gave me his marbles to play with. I guess you can say He Lost His Marbles haha. Andy doesnt under stand this joke. My father laffed at it. I also don't under stand it. Spunge Bob said it and it was funny as a joke. 

Can I go play with marbles now? Yes. 

Dear diery,

It's been a while since I wrote anything. I thought I lost you, but there you were, in the closet, next to a plastic bag of marbles. 

Today I touched Sofia's boobs. They were heavy. I didn't know they were that heavy. How do they not hurt? 

Dear diary, 

I sold 4 grams to an old man today. He said something along the lines of "you may not know it, and they might not know it either, but you're doing the lord's work, son" 

He said he lost his job today. One that he never wanted. I wonder if I'll be like that when I'm older. I really hope this is a temporary phase.

35. By 35, I got to be out of this line of work and content with another one. One that is less boring. 

Dear diary, 

My son was born yesterday. Sofia wants to name him George. I think it's a gay name. I suggested calling him Sunny, so when we're 90 years old and can barely remember what day it is; we call him 'Sun' and then it won't feel like we forgot his name. 

Sofia hates imagining bad scenarios. "you'll manifest them" she says. I don't know. She's a nurse after all.

Dear Diary, 

George turned 2 today. Sex is stale, that little fucker KNOWS exactly when to burst into tears. 

Sofia barely has time or effort for me anymore. Since she lost the second baby she barely has the energy to do anything she enjoys. So I took George to a daycare. Set the mood for her; music, candles, lights, the nine yards. 

We made love. A lousey, passionless, missionary position.

Dear diary, 

I don't know how the fuck you managed to follow me all the way to this cell. I wish I had a... Someone else with me. Like Sofia! You hear me? 

No you can't. You're just plain and white and have nothing to say which I don't already know. 

Bill next door got out. Sonofabitch swallowed a radio or something. There's not a subject on earth he doesn't know about. Supposedly know about. 

We used to talk. I had no use for you. I once ripped a paper off of you and rolled a joint with it. How do you like that? HA? Like being my bitch? 

Dear diary, 

I got released today. I can't sleep. 

Sofia made me promise not to smoke no more. A bit hypocritical, since we're paying heaps for all that wine. 

I told her : "you are the substance you're on" 

She said "that's nice, I'm married to a philosopher now" I laughed. A bit hurtful thing to say. 

She's thinking about leaving her job, said her manager is an ass. I don't know, I liked the guy that one time I met him. I hope she changes her mind. We got bills to pay... And wine to buy. 

Dear diary, 

Sofia drinks while pregnant. She hadn't said a word to me this whole day. I accidently spilled her glass today. She lost it! Said all that smoking all those years had fucked up my nerves permenantly, although I feel fine. But what do I know? She's a nurse. 

I got in touch with Andy today through email. He's doing mighty fine for a young guy his age. I'm not gonna lie, when I saw that picture he sent me with the girls and bikinis I got a little jealous. Wanted that to be me instead. 

He invited me to his birthday party. I don't know if I'll go. I missed him. 

Dear Diary,

Today I turn 35. It usually goes from user to dealer, I had it the other way around. I'm out of that business for good, yet still taking part in burning the bush. 

I wonder if Sofia suspects anything. I can't remember whether she heard me over the phone or nah. 

Dear diary, 

I saw George smoking today. What an ironic turn of events! What do I say to this kid? Do I even address it? I'm pickled here! 

I reckon I should be the one talking to him. If my many years of experience had led me to something, it's gotta be that. 

I don't have a pen no more, that's why I'm writing in pencil. I hate how you look now. You used to be so neat and inky blue. Now you're... Disfigured. Sorry. 

Oh yeah, and Sofia is pregnant. 

Dear diary,

The baby is black. Not brown, not dark white.... Pitch. 

Dear diary,

No one, not a single soul believes me. I don't care if you don't either. 

I have forgotten that I was married! The judge doesn't believe me, my own lawyer, and Sofia for damn sure. 

I wasn't drunk nor high. I sat there, with nothing except the thought of "I'm single, I deserve this!" 

Flash forward to Sofia yelling at me and throwing shit from the closet. Got clipped by a bag of fucking marbles! Shit hurts like a bitch! 

Dear diary, 

George checks up on me every once in a while. We don't talk much, but he sure is fascinated by you. Caught him reading you last week. 

Do you remember the time I thought I lost you? I never told you this, but I never forgotten you. In my head I was writing you every day.

Margot is nice. Although she makes me feel awkward every time she changes me. She could be a thief. I misplaced the donut I personally bought from the bakery. She came into my room, kissed my forehead and there it was... Custard breath! 

DEAR DIARY, 

HERE'S A NICE LITTLE STORY That HAPPENED TODAY: 

"hey Sonny, whats your name? " 

"George... For the third time, Dad" 

deer diery, 

Mom says too right what happened today. I can't remember much. 

I touched Margot boob, they are way down low and very ferm, like two big marbles in a sack. 

Deer 2007i donno nomore