This is a piece of Beatbox’s journal entry for May 8th:
I run over mountains, drink like a fish, and eat like a goat. I take at least one shower a week. I pray for an hour everyday. My closest friend is over twice my age and I don’t know his middle name. My female friends ae few and far between and they have hairy legs. I know what Giardia is and am slowly building up a collection of iodine in my liver. My leg muscles are rocks and my butt is firm. I go to a different church every week. I pine for coke and vanilla shakes. I believe Dairy Queen to be fine dining. I have used duct tape in a dozen ways in the last month. My sexiness grows on my face. I carry my life on my back and my water in a jug in my left hand. I buy everything I see in grocery stores and have to be dragged out. When I’m tired I push harder, when I’m ored I think about prime numbers. My favorite hobby is looking at flowers and I talk to birds in their language. I don’t recognize my own reflection. I fart in public but no one cares. I have an intimate relationship with Sil Nylon. The only music I listen to is in my head. I have male friends named BooBoo and Tinker and no one thinks it is odd. I poop in holes, vehicles scare me, and my sense of smell is amazing. I wash my own mouth out with soap. I walk more in a day than most do in a month. I take pride in my sock tan. I build stoves using only a thumb tack. I’m unemployed; so are my friends. I have a mild obsession with weighing things. I distinguish my friends by their snores. Everyday my confidence grows; so do my feet. I sleep on the floor in a building that’s missing a wall. I love rope swings and I don’t bat an eye at the possibility of being naked. I don’t watch TV. I can stare at stars for hours though. Sometimes I forget what my name is. I eat fudge rounds with a passion and have an affinity for candy bars; still I gain no weight. To me “nero” has nothing to do with Rome, “grade” is more than a score in school, and “the triple crown” has nothing to do with baseball. I know the meaning of the word chaffing and I have an inkling to visit Maine…
I think this is one of my favorite TJ entries so far.
Sue/HH
Hammock Hanger
