Looking through my books makes me overly sentimental. Reading all the idiot things I've written in their margins, finding strange notes tucked inside, with the ink and paper pukering, some strange tid-bits of 3 years ago. Each book has a story attached to it aside from it's actual contents, what I was doing when I read it, how it affected me, who I lent it to. I miss this. At one point in my life I couldn't stop reading things about Darby Crash: Lexicon Devil, What We Do is Secret, etc. I've read these books unneccessarily, so much so they've begun looking rather miserly, forlornly falling apart, spines cracked and pages dog-eared. One of my favorite movies used to be (still is) Decline of Western Civilization Part 1, I used to watch the part where Darby plays with a tarantula on rewind repeat and then I read about how it was supposedly Tony the Hustler's appartment, he only had the girl fill in and pretend to be his roomate so no one would catch on to the fact that he was gay. Later, they froze the tarantuala. Decline of Western Civiliztion Part 2 was all about hair metal, and I don't really give a shit about Poison or Aqua Net.
What I want to know is everyones' obsessive obsessions. What's the shit you couldn't forget about even if you wanted to.
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