I'm Scott and I'm a New Yorker now living in Seattle and Bill is my oldest friend who just finished serving an almost 7 year prison sentence for selling meth.
Bill in Exile originally contained letters written between Bill and me while Bill was in prison as well as a bunch of other shit but Bill has, as of late, opted out of contributing and I've just been too lazy to change the name of the blog.
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It really is an amazing phenomenon isn’t it Muzzle? I was watching them last night thinking, “God, they look like a bunch of fucking retards staring at a shiny object.”
Although as bad as that is I think their other habit of standing stock still in the middle of a dance floor and texting while amazing music is being played on a soul wrenching sound system is even more bumfuzzling.
Me, I find house music, etc, is meant for dancing, and is stupid to just listen to. Maybe there is something going on with the idea that straight people have less to let loose from than many Gays, thus have less practice in letting loose???
I used to let loose! I’m too busy with schoolwork to go dancing anymore. As a result, I’m more stiff, not just physically but also emotionally. Letting loose, and getting exercise to become fitter, healthier are nessecery parts of my life which I am missing. As a result I have no boyfriend. The saddest part is I’m naturally talented in dancing, I used to be the best dancer when I was a kid. Literally I won a T-shirt once for being the best dancer in the fifth grade at the end-of-the-year dance, (or was it the whole elementary school?) Truth is, I never think about it anymore because you can’t get rich dancing. Sad reality.