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Jesse’s Lost Journal — by Mark Patton

Entry 3, 1982

Last night could not sleep or stay awake…really a strange feeling of being in some twilight. I do not hate it, stuff it is just odd. I am not sure but perhaps it is the heat inside this house…

I cannot stand for fabric to touch my body as it becomes wet and uncomfortable. Maybe I am sick but it really doesn’t feel like that.

Anyway deep in the night I was haunted by this need to have my old records and albums but I do not have a record player anymore and the box with the records is somewhere in the basement, plus it just seemed like to much trouble but like I said I was haunted…maybe after school I will get down there and see…

I really want to clean my room but I am enjoying pissing off the dick right now… so another day…mmm. Bacon and eggs, time to go!

Note to self: look in the paper for a car.

Jesse’s Lost Journals

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Jesse's Lost Journals
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