STRIP JOINT
January 3rd, 2011 "It occurs to me, then, that people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine." I am a tunnel. I’m made up of winding, dark spaces and caverns. Yes, it is impossible to know all the places inside of someone, I don’t even know all of the places inside of myself. Most of those places are probably good. For some reason, evil always prevails over the good. My life was a disaster. I sat in his car with a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, I watched the rain pound against the windshield. It was a pursuit, I had just fled from a fleet of cops, the scene of a crime I had committed. I took off in the truck, full speed through the gated community, passing six cop cars pulling into the community. First traffic light I saw turned right, swung into a parking lot, parked the truck and took off on foot. I...