And then I sleep
Oct. 2nd, 2008 02:14 amLately, been working on this story in my head. Pure fiction, not at all like me. Since last summer, really. Poor boy with talent, rich girl with money and talent. You see the problem? Not really. Not real. Not. Fully formed enough. Where's. The conflict. Fly them. Both to Paris. Fly them. On the big, white pill. Make one of them in love, the other not so sure. You see the problem now? I thought not. All of it in my head. I swallow it, sometimes, instead of these. Goddam pills. And then I sleep...