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6:28PM, Live Writing Practice
I was thinking about writing and since I have the use of a laptop, maybe ill try to write again in that kind of “I don’t know what is going to come out” freestyle typing without any destination planned type thing that I like to do. the keys on this little Chromebook have a nice little tap inside of the rhythm of the synth-wave music I have in my headphones, so, why don’t I put some of those dots underneath this paragraph? yes, then I could try to figure out something, maybe put some of those dots under that, and figure something else out… or not, we will just have to see, now, won’t we?
this is writing practice:
I feel like a made man in the program I’m in, people are very good to me and I tend not to want anything. I received Christmas gifts of really cool tight ripped pants, scarves, gloves, hats, and a cool polo hoodie. When I have the means to look out for others as far as coffee and cigarettes go, I do… although my generosity has been taken advantage of on a few occasions when my resources are depleted (as they very much are today) I’m taken care of. people pull me aside and say very complimentary things like “you a cool dude, whiteboy rick, always in your lane, and the same every day”, and I feel like I’m in that Copacabana scene in Goodfellas when I show up in the common areas where everyone hangs out. I have a couple of nicknames: one is Ev rock (which I like), Evan Flow (think ebb and flow), whiteboy rick, and cheddar bob (from 8 mile which I haven’t…
