This is the year I stop thanking the wrong God for all of my victories, and start thanking that new God that I read about. This is the year that I stop being such a ball hog, and become a ball suckling pig.
Poetry in Motion: A Steroid Diary
Sunday, February 17th I’m looking for Human Growth. Mackendrick says not to call it that. Call it “vitamins” he says. Don’t even write the word down, he says. “Are you writing my name?” he says. “Jesus Christ, stop writing down everything I’m saying.” Call it a birthday present from my Swiss cousin. Call it a live ferret. Anything but what it is, even though everyone uses them now. Nerds with allergies even. Ha ha ha.