Stuart

So Stuart: A Life Backwards by Alexander Masters isn't that good, or interesting. I don't necessarily suggest it, but there was something touching about it by the end. Stuart was a miserable bastard and he may have been one whether he had had his fucked up life or not, but you can't help but look at his little kid picture and wonder. It was very sad, I just don't think it was written well. It us a crying shame because I love the backwards idea.

Is this the way to characterize the chaotic: they are people for whom forgetting has become more important than remembering? Is this a trite observation? Of course a chaotic person like Stuart wants to forget. He's been raped by his brother, raped by his teachers, bullied by school friends, told he's evil by the social services , spent eight years of his life with his nose stuck in a bag of glue, three more with his veins impaled on the end of a syringe, tattooed FUCK in letters big enough for a road sign down his right arm, and thinks the police are hiding cameras in his kitchen ventilation grate. Who wouldn't want to forget a life like that? Stuart: A Life Backwards by Alexander Masters.

I am progressing here and there. I can't believe school starts in less than a week. I am trying to keep on top of reading while cleaning house. I will have no time for the next few months, so I should at least start with a clean slate.

I really want to walk to this groovy looking vintage shop today, but it is so hot, and I have residual Xanax from last night. (long story, minor health issues, not clubbing) I am afraid I will just get to the shop the feel like an overheated crackhead and turn around and leave. Maybe I will just chillax instead. Yes, I said chillax.