by Sufjan Stevens » 9/30/2002, 5:12 pm
I am not lying Janet. I was lazy during the summer, and I now wish I payed you then. But yes Janet, I am at school that entire time. I don't go to school the entire time, but I have to get rides from people to and from school, because I have no car. I usually don't get to leave school until 4:30, and there's this thing, it's called rush hour traffic, I get caught in the middle of it. And have you ever listened or read anything you've ever said? Everything from your mouth is a whine, and your voice even has a whine to it.
And I didn't have much transportation before I got in the accident either. I bought the car on a Wednesday, got to drive it on Thursday and stayed after school to help a friend with a computer project, drove home on a Friday, and wrecked my car. Before then, I was still carpooling. I got to use my car for two days. Don't fucking doubt me if you don't know what is going on. I am going to pay you the fucking money, so quit your bitching. And when I do pay you, you had better write a fucking apology stating how much of a jackass you really are.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.