Jonny Bolduc is a weird poet/storyteller from the deep woods of Maine. Bolduc grew up to normal parents in a normal house with a dog and a swimming pool but somehow turned into the dark, sad poet he is today.
"I've been sleeping most of the year. Came to in a Subway line. I don't know if it was the smell of the baking bread, or the cleaning chemicals, or a nauseous combination of both that hit my brain like a smelling salt, jolting me awake. What was I doing? Everything a ritual, everything a half assed motion; I ordered a tuna, footlong, Italian herbs and cheese, pepper-jack, toasted, spinach, green peppers, onions- and I had it down to a science. I didn't even have to think.
Terrifying comes the revelation. It's been a long time since I've Thought with a capital T. Not just Subway. This whole year has been a half-assed motion, no effort, floating from place to place, in and out, not speaking, comatose, barely alive. I've been feeling the time blur by."