Jeff Sharlet

Tracey is right. Something Trump might say. Even more dangerous coming from the establishment.https://twitter.com/mtracey/status/767469611080159233 …

I am forever grateful. (Yrs ago I looked Dave up, back when I could remember his last name. He became a trippy new age guru. Good on him.)

I went over there to get high, and Dave played Sabbath for me, "Caravan," & started talking about a map he was making of Hell, I think.

I think Dave's neighbors probably thought his family was trash, too. Tapestries. Dave home alone. Blasting Sabbath. No friends.

But then, I was middle class "culturally" -- my mom had gone to college, liked books. A lot of the neighbors, tho, thought she was trash.

I think Dave had a single mom, like me. Strange to think there weren't many of us, then. & none but me that I knew of in the middle class.

By 12th grade, I was tired of U2, knew I hated soccer, understood I couldn't be a preppy if I tried. So I went to Dave's to get high.

Lots of working class kids tested into advanced courses. Most drifted out. Dave stayed in. & he brought his weed.

Maybe because the middle class kids came from families only recently arrived. You could fall out of the middle class.

My high school, late 80s, used drugs according to class. Working class kids & rich kids, yes. Middle class kids were straight edge.

Dave-something. A junior. Smart kid, heavy kid, bowl cut, bags beneath his eyes. He was in advanced math, my year. He sat behind me.

I wish I could remember the name of the kid who introduced me to Black Sabbath and weed. I was a late adapter -- 12th grade.

A good thing to read if, like mine, yr night is quiet but alive with noise in the dark @amandapetrusich in @VQR: http://www.vqronline.org/essays-articles/2016/07/night-moves …

Correction: I recently tweeted that the deer eating apples outside my window go "crunch crunch." This was not true. It is "chomp, chomp."

An owl close enough to my screen to sound like he's speaking to me. A frog who makes me think there's a girl in the swamp saying, "hello?"

11 pm. Outside my window, crabapples thumping down from the tree in the dark. Then, crunch crunch -- deer snacking, just feet away.

Woah -- and it turns out humanity is really the bad guy!https://twitter.com/cutasterfee/status/767177197085876224 …

A heap of charred wood, some twisted steel, evidence of the modernity which had sustained the tombs.... https://www.instagram.com/p/BJUy2BiADrI/