Huqleberry

… By purchasing 2666 by Roberto Bolaño.  In such a hectic time of my life, the last thing I need is another distraction.

This book is just that, a huge fucking distraction.

The pedantic nature of Bolaño’s prose makes me want to blow my brains out. I’m tempted to throw the book into a fire in a feeble attempt to rescue the time that escapes me.

For some reason I knew I shouldn’t have forked over the money at the cash register.  It’s like trying to convince yourself you won’t do an entire eight-ball in one night.  Lies.