i haved sinned against you

omg, i was doing the sunday morning usual. i checked emails, i drank some coffee. i felt the kitchen could use a-tidy, but instead i gathered up laundry. i took the dog out. i put away my shoes and collected clothes hangers from every corner of this damn house.
and then, for some reason, i picked up a book sticking out of the top of a box i have on the floor. the book is by john gregory brown and it's called "decorations in a ruined cemetery" and even though that box is specifically set aside for the cannonball read 2 that starts november 1st and even though i Knew It Was Wrong, i read 9 pages of it!
the lake pontchartrain causeway (in louisiana, which i have travelled a ba-jillion times) collapses two lines into the book, for pete's sake. it Sucked Me In.



and i regret it.
suffice saying, i don't have many regrets in my life, but the few i Do Have are biggies: estranging myself from my family, not using a condom with that piece-of-shit-asshole-motherfucker-douchebag-liar-mouth, not appreciating certain people before they were gone.
and i regret reading those 9 pages, and i wanted to come clean. i will be pushing that book back to the end of the cr2. or, following public outcry, dropping it altogether.