Jess was curious about The Devil and Daniel Johnston. I've seen it before.
But not in this context.
I've been driving all over New Hamsphire today.
My friend Rob killed himself in the mid nineties. And one of my last memories of him was driving around New Hampshire, lost, and looking for Durham. We had one tape in the car -- Daniel Johnston -- and we listened to it on repeat and sang along with every line.
It's been a long time, man. Memories ferment, like anything else given the right conditions. But just because something is pervasive, doesn't mean it doesn't have some sort of added weight. A heaviness.
Is it distasteful for someone who aspires to write to cite this? Unspoken bits of matter.
As a human, you learn when to shut your mouth.
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