2:02 p.m. - 2003-10-05
this time its real
he seemed so sad yesterday, last night and today. he looked straight down at the steering wheel, the carpet and the rough ground. he slept so uneasliy on the matress, the sheets and the pillow. the water hit him hard on the head, shoulders and arms. his ears listened deeply to the speaker, the instruments and the voice. his hand touched the bottle with impulse, defiance and remorse. his face was foreward, slanted and eventually flat on the floor.
