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May 5, 2007
And you're not old, but you are old. You feel glad that young girls never fancied you when you were young because you deal better with the fact that they don't fancy you now. You think of your teachers, the ones in their twenties who all seemed as old as Egypt. Twenty years younger than you are now and you saw them as desiccated old sticks: all bad jackets and worthless words. Someone in your class fucked a teacher. Another kid died of a hole in the heart. Same thing. Not for you. Unreal. A movie that never got made.