the speed of dark

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Not everyone has a boyfriend as cool as Johnny Bingo.  At least, I’d feel safe in saying that I’m in the minority, or perhaps the one and only.  The one and only girlfriend to the one and only Johnny Bingo. 

Johnny and I met in under casual circumstances.  It was the usual type of first meeting.  THe same kind of silly, dumb memory that many couples have, that seems sweet even a zillion years later.

You see I’ve been in and out of the local pysche wards fora  good portion of my "adult life." For some reason or another I am either taking too many illegal drugs (or not enough prescription ones-though that remains debatable), or I’m trying to kill myself.  I’m a firm believer that depressed people just know a thing or two more than the average contented soul about how fucked up our world is and how its all gonna go to shit.  So occasionally, I want out.  It’s just not cool to feel hopeless.

But I keep failing and ending up in the ER bitching at the nurses who by law have to tie me to the bed by my wrists and ankles where I’ve recenlty shot into my veins so as to remain anonymous among the high profile drug users of the day.  And this is painful and unnecessary.  I’m not gonna off myself in the hospital, thats for sure, adn the nurses just don’t seem to understand hwo my nicotine dependence really puts me on edge and I need to step outside for a cigarette!

Usually, after a night in the ER I’m moved to the usual psyche ward of the hospital, whatever hopsital I’m in, full of crazy old alcoholics and suicidal teenagers.  I’ve met some pretty cool people in there, but I always come out ten pounds fatter and quite sure of my own sanity, for a few weeks or so, at least.

Nevertheless, a few months ago I was back in teh ward arguing with the staff about my determined "disorder" (i was a psyche major by, the, way, and I knew more about it than they did). ENough with this medicating the loud woman bullshit!  I knew what I was talking about.  This all went on during our group sessions.  NOw this time I kept noticing this really hot punk guy Johnny who was really sweet but had a majorly fucked uplife.  SHit happened to him that I promised not to write, but trust me, his life has SUCKED. SO we made a date that when we got out to go see Morrissey play.

Since then Johnny and I have spent every day (and night!) together.  He is like my ultimate soulmate, except he eats meat, but other than that we both want to overthrow the goverment sometime in between shooting Howard Stern and shooting heroin.  Johnny is such a feminist too.  He once go in trouble for punching a guy who was rude to his mother, so sweet.

Yeah, so we go to the moves together and we have a lot of great sex.  My mom’s really pissed cuz he’s only 16 and I’m 19, but I’vfe always said that age doesn’t amtter, and its not like he’s inexperienced.  He’s slept with 9 girls and has lived in Seattle!  ANd I’ve slept with 9 guys and I have always wanted to live in Seattle. 

I usually get bored with guys really fast but I just called a pyschic hotline and the woman knew all of this shit about me and said I was getting married within the year.  I never though I’d get married but I guess anything cna happen and I love Johnny, he’s so cute and sweet. 

PS. THis was handwritten, I found it today. I hope I wrote it while I was in highschool because its THAT GOOD, i mean..yeah…anyways, I am going through my shit in connecticut finding all this horrible and funny writing and on and on and if you really are interested (not that this story really pulled anyone in..) you should check out my livejournal instead..it is funnnier…if you’re lucky.