Another Line in the Sand

Here's how I feel: the only way to really do any personal story justice is to tell it completely honestly. Uncensored. Even if I'm just talking about going to the grocery store, or taking a cab to a party. I can't omit a single thing if I want to get my point across.

Here's a fact: I haven't had that luxury here in like 4 years. I keep feeling like I need to rein myself in more and more because my real life takes precedence, and most of the best details of my best stories die of that.

What I end up with feels dirty and navel-gazing and trite, actually. Even when I come up with something that I think is half-good, it still feels that way.

I hate underachievement. It's so fuckin boring.

Yawn.

I need to curate this thing more carefully.

I need to curate my life more carefully?

Word.

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This is worth sharing, for sure:



This is old, but I used to pass it every day on the way to work:



This is a pretty bartop in the TL (the boys hanging out in the front of this bar were grimy but had the nicest collection of sneakers among them that I'd seen in a very long time):



It is HOT in Frisco tonight. I sat on my roof and ate strawberries and looked at the sky but it was so fresh I forgot to take pictures.