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September 2008

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House Anxiety

September 22, 2008

Lauren in front of a destroyed wall. I’m back at Squallyoaks for the first time in over a week. It was a much needed vacation. I think I’ve been subconsciously avoiding coming home. Everything is just getting too much for me—the drugs, the mess, the people. Seriously, all everyone ever does in this fucking house is eat frozen pizzas, snort ketamine, and argue about whose turn it is to clean out the pond. I’m back now, however, to help make…

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Art Slut

September 8, 2008

It was the summer after I graduated fifth grade that my father took me to my first car show. The extravaganza took place in the parking lot of our local McDonalds, and was a main attraction for fat, shirtless men, crack whores and people will less than half their teeth. It was far from a typical Sciortino family outing (we were more the church fair / bake sale / sober knitting circles type of people), but the event offered a…

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A Correspondence

September 3, 2008

Since I graduated high school and moved to London four years ago I have kept a correspondence with my friend Josh Rawson. In high school I liked him because he was weird and awkward and would walk around quoting Wes Anderson movies all day. Now I like him because he sends me creepy emails about the fact that he’s a paranoid, degenerate, alcoholic maniac. He currently lives in a chicken-coop in Upstate New York and plays bass in the band…

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