Monday, May 3, 2010

ADHD's of the world, unite and let the symptoms take over!


I wanna read this book. My eyes graze the words on the page. It's not working. I'm taking the action, but the comprehension isn't there. The message of the author isn't strong enough to penetrate the blockage of distraction. I'm onto something. Facebook: a medium to reach out to the world when nobody will answer the phone. Not that I've attempted to call anyways. I need to confess. I have to state my state. Back to the book. Junkies in Chicago with car trouble shooting up with safety pins and something in a shoe while holed up in a jail cell. -What time is it?- Thought line: Dammit. Another eight hours. 10:06. Make a private phone call on the train? (glance around the car) Did that girl just look away? I always see her on the train. Hmm. Damn book! From Chicago to St. Louis. Distraction: Did I bring any lunch or cash today? Am I quit? Or am I smoking right now? Okay I'm smoking. Do I have enough? Yes. (sigh of relief from fear of not enough) "North Concord/Martinez." I'll try reading this book later. Everyone's either bummed or posting writing lame spiritually motivational crap. Where's the funny? Gimme a good story. -What time is it?-

- Eric Was Here -