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| 9.20.2008

I have a real aversion to meeting people. Those first few moments of contact, when bullshitty smiles are worn to prevent misunderstanding, or perhaps to cloud true understanding. Pretend that I’m here to entertain you, to give you a happier Saturday. But what do I know of happy Saturdays. I would describe a happy Saturday as alone in a park or a forest or a mountain with a book or a pen and paper, he said.

Jonah has a real aversion to meeting people. Those first few moments of contact, when bullshitty smiles are worn to prevent misunderstanding, or perhaps to cloud true understanding. Pretend that he’s here to entertain you, to give you a happier Saturday. But what does he know of happy Saturdays. He would describe a happy Saturday as alone in a park or a forest or a mountain with a book or a pen and paper.