It's Impossible For Me To Make Imaginary Love to You, Because Even When I Beat Off It Seems Too Good To Be True

by Seneca Garcia

Guy's teeth break against the skate stopper. He spits blood into the camera, looks exactly like Nunn in the type of covey I normally would have referred to as "doppelgänger footy" (a term I once coined). The unselfconsciously sentimental montage edited with what sounds like just some other Anaheim crack anthem of hypocrisy, echoes through the empty apartment, makes my weary eyes seem glassed over (even though they're really not—because that would be impossible). I wonder if Guy and Jake had ever smoked caps together, perhaps in Austin or LA or Frisco, Santa Rosa, Marin County, or anywhere else they could have both been where there could have been some trade show or demo or any sort of shop autograph signing ceremony—but after thinking about it for what seemed for way too long, I figure probably not and float away.

13 pages, Kindle Edition

Published February 18, 2013