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Dead Souls

I had a 10 minute conversation with my sister about Trent Reznor wherein she thought we were talking about Jim Morrisson for whatever reason. I guess both had been mentioned previously.

I just watched an old Woodstock vid, he was so young and hot."

"Yeah but he ended up gaining a lot of weight."

"I wouldn't say that. More like beefy."

"Beefy? Total fat drunk."

"What? He's sobersaurus."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Did he relapse? That makes me sad."

*stares at me*

"He drowned in a puddle of his own vomit in a bathtub or some shit."


"He's dead, Colleen."


"Hate to break it to you."

*starts weeping*

"He'd just realesed a new album and had a baby girl."

"Jim Morrison?"

"Huh? I'm talking about Trent Reznor, you dumb fuck."

"You said Woodstock you dumb fuck."

"I was talking about Woodstock 94, you asshole."

I wiped the smeared eyeliner off my face with the back of my hand and tried to compose myself.

"You're an idiot."


Then we went to Victoria's Secret for 4 hours and spent two hundred of her dollars on bras and acai bath scrub. By the time I got out of there, it was dark and time to light candles and listen to some NIN.