Hi. My name’s Braxton. Today is January 25th, 2000. I never thought I’d say that, because I thought I would be dead. The year 2000 hit, and not a goddamn thing happened. Well something happened to me. The modem on my computer decided to stop working. I didn’t know that I thought it was something else. So I kept fuckin with my computer until I eventually did irreversible damage. It wouldn’t even start up windows. So my stupid ass formats my hard drive, without backing up anything. Stories, poems, screenplays, everything I ever wrote gone forever. Fuckin moron I am. But anyway, here I am starting anew. I think I’m a different person now, from when I wrote a lot of that shit. Well here I sit, it’s 6 in the mornin. No I just didn’t wake up. I have the most fucked up sleep schedule known to man. I get up, don’t know what day it is, if it’s am or pm, where my pants are, who the girl next to me is, why I’m covered in peanut butter, etc.
