marc spector who folds your clothes up for you so they are ready for you in the morning when u wake up because he got used to it from his time in the navy. marc spector who hates being late, who is so ordered and clean and stiff. marc spector who makes sure he always smells nice. marc spector who spends his money on a collection of perfumes. basically, neat freak marc spector… in this essay i will—
day 2 of no more devils hockey. i’m starting to taste sounds. the voices won’t stop. i see flashes of red everywhere i go. the parasites within me are demanding more hockey. i don’t know how much longer i’ll last.