"I remember when I saw Peter Pan when I was little. After all the other kids wanted to reenact the battles of the lost boys, pirates, and Indians, and all I could think about was the part where Peter Pan sits still while Wendy takes a sharp needle and, with concern and maybe love, sews his shadow onto his feet. And I wonder if the pain excited him as much as it excited me to watch. I hang here, the voices still bleeding in my ears. I watch my shadow, solid like a murdered body's outline, and I pray. Maybe one more slice, just one more, will sever it forever." -- JT Leroy
I was going to do this right afterwards, but it was 7am here, and I had to start getting ready for work. I was such a zombie at work, but it was worth it. It kinda sucked that I had to watch them alone, but I survived. Anyway...
