November 15th, 2018

I have added to and revised the novel I started by using the Cut-up technique, which can be traced back to the Dadaists of the 1920s.  This technique was made popular by David Bowie, William Burroughs and others. In my case, the source material that I used was pulled from my journals. Read it below and let me know what you think in the comments. I hope you enjoy.

Looney or not. 
Here I come  
Novel by TAV 
 
Certifiably looney was my diagnosis. Doctor Flynn stated flatly, without hesitation.  I was taken aback by this. I felt completely normal. Just a bit rough around the edges.  
After all, it wasn’t my fault that kid drowned in the well. It could’ve just as easily been me for all he knew. Sometimes you need to choose between yourself and the motherfucker next to you. Life is about survival and sometimes tough decisions need to be made. 
 
I had to calculate my next move because straight-jackets and padded cells weren’t in my future plans: 
 
It was a hell of a weekend or was it a week? I have no idea. We popped tons of wildcat and Space Dust. This what I remember in no specific order. 
 
I can’t remember what we drank or how much, but I know there was a lot of it. 
As it began, I struggled to find my shoes and socks, which kept me from leaving sooner. I looked for him quickly. I didn’t volunteer, but someone called my name “Tim” they said! I left with bare feet. The rocks dug into my feet like oozing lava. 
Small towns and drugs go together like bees and honey or fire and lightning. Suddenly I had to pee. I found a park bathroom and peed in the toilet. I got to the other side. I could see Boise City from the steps. McRobert’s was there at the beginning, but soon just disappeared from the scene altogether.  
Jeff Said, “I got a text. The card game was cancelled anyway. I said “We can sit at home or at one of the houses if we want to just hang and watch TV. He said “Play Cards! I said “cards are fucking boring!  All of the sudden, a rag-tag group of heathen thugs came into the house. It was time to leave! I ended up in a completely different town and was absolutely lost. It was a night of strange hidden symbolism. The day began in my friend Kurt’s truck. He turned the corner and parked. Kurt was gone, but Casey was there. 
Before long, I entered the Capital Building. It was beautiful and mind-bending with halls and offices, which became a huge and complicated labyrinth. It was vast and immaculate. The landscapes were Beautiful with stairs, pathways and fountains that were separated by small and large plots of grass. The area around it was even bigger. After every step, I realized I took another wrong turn and kept getting further from home. All I wanted to do was get to the other side and continue my walk home. 
 
I ended up in someone’s bathroom. During mid-stream I realized I was at my old bosses’ house. I was pissing in his toilet. However, I blinked my eyes and was now pissing in one of the two sinks instead of the toilet. Carlos Barges in to wash his hand. I tell him to wait, I am almost done. I began to panic that he will see me pissing in his sink. I hope the yellow is down the drain before he sees it. He came in and does not notice anything. Strangely, there is a sink directly behind me on the opposite wall. The sink that Carlos was using had some strange white plastic paste fitting at the bottom of it near the drain. It could have been filled with something that releases pleasant smells when liquid is passed through it. I finish quickly and wash my hands. I told Jeff “It’s cool if you want to play cards. I reveal to Jeff my feelings of isolation and my inability to reach my goals and maintain success. Jeff turns and says “I hate her”. I ask “what”? He looks away and says nothing. I feel remorse. 
  
 Then, suddenly, Casey was there. “Wait until the couple gets back” he states vehemently! Kurt was gone now. He was lost in a crowd. Maybe he appeared when Mike disappeared. We had been watching the bands play. The memory was hazy, but I remember the guts. I only wish I could forget. 
 
However, as I exited, I realized That my ride was gone, but that place in Oregon was too far away. We got a ride with Uber. Regardless, It was an old town with very few buildings. 
The streets appeared huge and the town looked enormous and endless. The town grew bigger and bigger at every turn.  The school there was having an assembly. The students and teachers knew me. Almost every one of the teachers yelled out. They needed judges. I was in a car with Jeff and Mike. Kirk quickly appeared and then disappeared again.  
 
We ended in a small nameless Idaho town. We were in a furnished basement. Jeff knew a couple that lived there. There was a TV and we watched it. We discussed our situation. The couple left us there. They went out to look for something. “Let’s go someplace where we can see some tits” I gasped. There was no dishwasher or microwave here. There were holes in the walls and holes where the glass used to be. There was something on the table that I was fascinated and obsessed with, but I can’t remember what the hell it was. I just remember how good it made me feel to be near and gaze at it. Was this drug related or something else? Suddenly, I got a strong urge to leave. 
 
 
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