“I never have before” by Julia at Laura’s kitchen counter


Monday January 5, 2015
11:21pm
5 minutes
from a tweet by Anne Lamott

I never have before, never known how, never known how
Killed it, squashed it, teased it first, loved it, drowned it, watched it flail, held it first, needed it
I’m the weapon
I’m the
I’m the weapon
Capable of destruction
Of ruin
I never have before, never known how, never known how
Strength in every finger tip, every heart beat, every perfectly unaware laugh, every honest gaze
Looked down deep into the new place being born for me
Long time since it’s been this good
Long long time, didn’t recognize it right away
I’m the reason
I’m the
I’m the reason
And I know it now like a tattoo proving a point
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I never have before, never known how, never known how

“Smoking seriously harms you” by Julia on the Coren’s country couch


Wednesday December 24, 2014
10:49pm
5 minutes
A pack of Marlboro

I never smoked a day in my life until I met Andie from Soho. Andie from Soho made it seem so cool to light one up, smoke a bit, throw it on the ground, not care that half of it was left untouched, then go ahead and light another one up in the same breath. So I started bumming off her, just a few puffs every few nights and always after drinking. Then she started giving me full ones and I’d smoke them like Andie did just more of the cigarette because I couldn’t wrap my head around why you’d ever want to waste something that costs so much. Then one day I bought a pack, all on my own, and I remember feeling like, yeah. This might be the end for me.

“You mustn’t lose it.” By Julia on Hugo Street


Tuesday August 12, 2014
4:49pm
5 minutes
a quote from Robin Williams

He said it matter-of-factly as he gripped his miniature hand over my closed fist. This was a gift from a tiny god and I was being entrusted with it. He made sure I was looking him in the eyes when I promised him I would keep it safe. And never give it to any one else? Of course not. And never drop it on the ground that doesn’t have carpet? Never ever. And never forget where you last put it? Not on my life. And with that he scampered off getting distracted by the grass that he in that moment just had to bend down to dig up. I watched him playing in the earth with my fist still tightly closed. The magic of this gift was fuelling me from my hands and seeping into my bones trough my troubled skin. He didn’t even say what it was. I suppose he didn’t have to. I had believed in the importance of it by virtue of his stern instructions. He didn’t make me promise not to open it until he was gone. I didn’t have to open it to know that it was ours.