I’m going to write a book… I don’t know specifics, but it’s going to be about life– my life specifically and my family tales of old. I figure, why not? It dawned on me that I have A LOT of old journal entries, saved conversations from AIM, tons of fucked up family dramas to exploit and sappy stuff that’s bound to amuse. If people don’t like it, screw them. I know it’ll be entertaining.
It’s all a matter of compiling it in an understandable way. I’m thinking it’ll be separated in themed sections, or it will go chronologically. Maybe I’ll just throw everything together for a big life collage. I want it to have photos, conversations, memoirs, poetry and stories. eew. It kind of sounds like a nasty soccer-mom scrapbook…
I need to think this through some more…
Anyhow, during the height of my hormonal teen years (wait–I’m still in them technically) custody battles and family warfare, I wrote these haikus. I think they are fucking brilliant for lost-and-found haikus. They sort of summarize my life experience from age 13-16.
DMV nightmare
waiting in bleak endless line
for “come back later”
Parents armed for war,
in child support battlefield-
with greasy lawyers…
Californian dreams!
Look! big time hollywood stars-
and overpriced rent.
Taco truck business
not producing needed cash.
Where are the tacos?
Permit sinks in sky
as mom says the dreaded “no…
“I can’t afford it”
Time, clicks by slowly
monotonous Mr. Guy
thinks his goatee’s cool
Mustang fantasies,
red and black within my dreams-
heat, in the back seat?
1 response so far ↓
lostspartan77 // July 23, 2008 at 5:16 am
Your blog seems like a good spot to get started on such a book. You may even get some people to read it as you go and provide feedback…