22 from the notebook of Elijah Iverson
The incessant quiet and the nonstop introspection are having an undesired effect on me. I am becoming self-aware. I am beginning to realize that I’m not only here for the beer and the anti-capitalism.
I keep thinking about that key around his neck. About what might be around his d**k.
I can’t stop. I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop
Here’s a thing that I don’t think anyone knows but me: I have been painfully aware of Aiden Bell since he was eighteen. It crept up over time, I think, little moments of realizing he was getting tall, that he needed to shave, that his voice had deepened, but those things were fragments of observations, swimming in a sea of memories of him as he had been, which had been indelibly Sean’s little brother. There had
