DARBY LARSON is an artist, engineer, writer, reader, TV watcher, chess player, computer hacker, red wine drinker, seafood eater, aspiring horologist, car driver, bed sleeper, sleep dreamer, trend setter, rock star, politician, marine biologist, NBA all-star, alaskan trout fisherman, Indian shaman, Darbosco greek god for the clinically insane, vacuum cleaner salesman, husband, human.

                                                            journal entry
                                                                2-15-03


Today, walking down store to the going was I. Some juice milk and get I had to beating or else I get Mommy so said. So go did I.

The store got I to and said man don't touch candy frizzy steal jaw chocolate steal it wanted I or store out get now! Said I no today steal sir candy sir getting sir milk get juice milk and go getting away to quick home. I so go looking for and juice and milk and them find I and I paying for juice milk and to home leaving door through to sidewalk. Walking home to I. Candy chocolate frizzy not today getting.

Day cloudy rainy.

Home rain start walking sidewalk raining rain rain and wet get puddle shoes socks into wet and walking wet.  Milk and juice bag hand in my walking getting rainy in bag in milk juice.

Get wet bag and get bag broken and uh oh falls out uh oh juice and open breaks juice on ground rain wet ground juice mix rain juice everywhere now uh oh Mommy I beating getting when quick home get I uh oh.

I slow go not quick home.

Home get I Mommy asking where juice God damn at is. Say I I wet getting bag open fall break on ground mix getting broken in ground.  Say grounded Mommy saying room to go sit and candy probably frizzy stealing there bed thinking done you. So bed sit go I.

Sitting bed thinking Mommy and in coming spanking stick hand in head hitting bad ouch bad was juice rain no spanking hurting excuses hurting stick crying no fault mine juice bag wet ground excuses excuses it fault Mommy mine saying it candy stealing chocolate fault mine spanking Mommy door to leaving door leaving Mommy slam!

Journal now pencil writing now fault no me no fault mine. Journal. Fault no mine. No mine. Crying am now I.  Journal, my fault no. Juice wet rainy bag falling my fault no of rain rain wet bag no fault isn't crying why Mommy make thinking me and crying no fault.  No fault mine.

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