The Second Journal of Jesse Fitzgerald

Oh, you've come back for more… Great, just great. Well come in. Sorry 'bout the smell. Just torched an abandoned warehouse. Left just when my father started putting it out. Met with my supplier, "Duracell Dan". Crazy old battery obsessed hobo. I guess the P.C. term is vagabond or homeless man. Who cares? Anyway, Mom and Anna said two very different stories today in court. Mom says Anna has changed her mind, Anna says differently. So judge Desalvo appointed a G.A.L. . A Guardian ad Litem. Some girl named Julia Romano. Has a lesbian twin sister. Creepy, but cool. Psyche, that's gross. Kate's in Molecular relapse. Chromo-whatsits 15 and 17 are translocated, whatever that means. Oh, well. In other words, Kate's just sick again. About Julia, asked her out once. Failed horribly. Told her she had fantastic eyes. Eyes as in tits. We took to my "room". More of a pigsty. Asked me if I knew were Anna was. I said no. She asked what it was like to live in this family. I told her about an old Christmas. Kate got sick one Christmas Eve. While she was shipped to the E.R., I was shipped over to a neighbor's house. Not cool. Used the old "I gotta pee" line. Which was sorta true, I did have to "go". Only I didn't have to go do you know what. I snuck out. When I got home, I made a beeline for the garage. Took out an axe. Then I pulled a George Washington with a Spruce tree. By the time the neighbors noticed, it was all lit up, as I sometimes find myself. And the thing was, no one was there to see it. Christmas gifts sucked that year, as did all other gifts that year. Also tried to dig to China. Cool, everyone tries it. No one makes it. I learned that darkness is relative this way. I thought I had dug four miles, turns out I had only dug four feet. Big hole, right? Only came up to my father's chest. Julia asked how my parents chose when Anna was supposed to donate to Kate. I rebuked her like Jesus saying you make it sound like there's a choice. She asks, "Isn't there one?". I ignore her. Not a single person in this family ever understands or tries to cover up their mistakes. You can still see that stump form my makeshift Christmas tree to this day. Talk about putting salt into a wound. That fucking stump hurts a lot more than salt in a wound. Trust me, I've already tried the salt trick. -JBF