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‘The Fast Track' Part VIII - “I ΔM I”

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Of all the things in the world that made me move out of whatever stale and delapidated state I might have been in before that moment, it wasn't anything besides the fact, pure and simple, that everything in Dillon Francis's merch was $1, and i didn't have a debit card to buy the vinyl that had been in my wishlist since before last Christmas; after all, I really was a fan—I didn't want a T-shirt or a water bottle that might have let anyone else know it, but I wanted that album, and I wanted it bad. After a fit of rage, which broke the silence of the morning at all, even after a somewhat decent meditation, I kicked my feet over the side of the bed, grunting with frustration.

“That's it”, I yelled.

“I'm going to LA.”

After much speculation, I had decided it would be a miraculously indecent idea to do so without a good job—even now that I had secured two part time jobs that almost didn't make any sense without a vehicle, but still, after actually trying my best against my will to try to wring whatever dollars and cents I could out of Eōs, it simply wasn't working; being unable for the most part to function even semi-independently became impossible without a debit card, and for some reason, as I was actually getting used to, Dillon Francis was the icing on the cake, or the nail in the coffin, whichever way I wanted to look at it—I wanted that album, and by the time I would have a debit card in my possession, the sale would be over—but at least my life would fall back into place as normally as possible, so that I could l be some kind of human again, or something like it.

I took strides to push the actual Dillon Francis far from my mind, putting in between us every Kayla Lauren, every Becky, and every Karen in existence. By the way of the world, or new world order—I knew my affinity alone would attract women to him seemingly out of nowhere, but lottery only existed as the antagonist to my feelings for him, or anybody I liked for that matter. Evil white women stole everything; that was the only way they knew how to function—to take, take, take.

And so, now, in my mind, Dillon Francis was just as much taken and conquered as any other part of the world I might as once hoped at mine, but now had conceded—I was better off alone, or with an invisible piñata, anyway.

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Of all the things in the world that made me move out of whatever stale and delapidated state I might have been in before that moment, it wasn't anything besides the fact, pure and simple, that everything in Dillon Francis's merch was $1, and i didn't have a debit card to buy the vinyl that had been in my wishlist since before last Christmas; after all, I really was a fan—I didn't want a T-shirt or a water bottle that might have let anyone else know it, but I wanted that album, and I wanted it bad. After a fit of rage, which broke the silence of the morning at all, even after a somewhat decent meditation, I kicked my feet over the side of the bed, grunting with frustration.

“That's it”, I yelled.

“I'm going to LA.”

After much speculation, I had decided it would be a miraculously indecent idea to do so without a good job—even now that I had secured two part time jobs that almost didn't make any sense without a vehicle, but still, after actually trying my best against my will to try to wring whatever dollars and cents I could out of Eōs, it simply wasn't working; being unable for the most part to function even semi-independently became impossible without a debit card, and for some reason, as I was actually getting used to, Dillon Francis was the icing on the cake, or the nail in the coffin, whichever way I wanted to look at it—I wanted that album, and by the time I would have a debit card in my possession, the sale would be over—but at least my life would fall back into place as normally as possible, so that I could l be some kind of human again, or something like it.

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