The Space Shuttle video game has accepted me as a passenger, and I am taking off.

I can see the fireworks coming out of the bottom. I feel alone but put my face in my hands and close my eyes and just listen to the fizzle pop.

I'll fall asleep and wake up, and everything will have changed.

I'm spending the night sleeping in the video arcade pulling my hoodie close in one of those games you can get inside. I'll wake up in the morning and wipe the drool away and stumble into the parking lot with a headache.

I'm typing this entry with the high score entry screen of the game where you enter your initials. I've had to beat my score the number of times of all of these letters divided by three.

I don't care if I die alone,
I'll pray to God
and stroke my bone.