I’m afraid my Brother is going to kick me out. A few days ago, I put a pan in the dishwasher. It had grease in it. No, it had a lot of grease in it. It was thick with grease. I rinsed it out, but didn’t scrub it. Grease was still caked in the corners. …
Well, I don’t really think this is a chronicling of a mental illness episode like previous entries have been. I really do think it’s unusual. But, let’s get to the telling. There’s this Helicopter. Every month or so, it starts flying in circles over our neighborhood. It does so for about 15 to 30 minutes, …
In the summer of 1996 I was fresh from my drop-out from Asbury College. I felt extremely defeated and worthless, because my studies had started to fail, and I was incapable of associating comfortably with my peers. So, perhaps discerning these problems, my Aunt invited me to live with her for awhile at her home …
Tonight I would like to detail a somewhat unusual night I spent in the depths of anxiety and mental illness. The year was 2003, and I was living with Christian in an extremely shitty rundown farmhouse in Lexington. The house had been there for a long time, and the neighborhood had grown up around it. …
Today I would like to write about my obsession with nude patches, and to a minor degree my obsession with the ultimate nude patch: Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball. “Nude patch” refers to the modification of a videogame (typically a PC game) to remove the clothing from any female characters in order to make …
Heyo, Future Caco here, writing to you from March of 2022. The journal is now entering a different period. Around October of 2009 I got worried about backlash from Social Media and took all my writings offline. I decided I would compile my deepest, darkest thoughts into a Compendium for someone to read after I …