Beach Sloth

Trill by Justin Carter

                Trill is ill. Justin Carter follows the advice of William S. Burroughs: he writes about what he knows. What he knows is Texas. Many of these stories involve hanging out, doing nothing, and sad parties. Who knew parties in one of the hottest states in the union could be so down. Guess these stories show what Justin does when he’s not editing Banango. In Justin’s spare time he thinks about culture and parties hard. 

                Lukewarm coffee is winter in Texas. Tim McGraw is a sad bro. Country music feels really sad. The best country music is the type that makes you infinitely sad. Party-time country music is false. I find life amazing. Life does not scare me. It happens. Deadly beach parties sound terrible. I am a huge fan of beach parties. I remember being on the beach very late at night wondering ‘Will I get in terrible?’ Once I looked down the shore, I realized ‘No I won’t’. On the beach were at least 30 other people and 5 bonfires. I thought to myself ‘I can run faster than them’. 

                Codeine is a rough drug. No wonder Justin is on the floor. Greek places are strange. They must deal with some weird antics. Maine is a great state, colder than Maine, less fun. Poor Moe did not make it. Neither did Screw. Justin will make it. He has things to post on the internet. That’s more important than anything. Glad the mayor can take a joke about a penis drawn on her car. I warn my kids about drinking 40s on the corner. I tell my kids ‘Please if you drink make it a microbrew beer’. 

                Betty Ford never had a chance. Lisa is a bad influence on Justin. Or maybe Justin is a bad influence on Lisa. Either way they are getting some Chinese food. Justin has a sonnet dedicated to being too smart at a party. That’s unfortunate. When you are ‘that guy’ nobody talks to you. I know from experience. Justin chugs an Olde English and drops in on the garage floor. I am not familiar with the song ‘Ass Ass Ass’ but I assume it is from the ‘Shrek II’ soundtrack. We find out he wrote this poem dedicated to a girl who was not interested in him. Perhaps Justin might want to get some throat tattoos. He tells us a kid searches for ‘Yonkers’ and begins singing along with it. I am sorry to say I have been there. That kid is considered cool where I’m from. I need to move. 

                Justin drinks and plays ‘Magic: the Gathering’. Is Justin the walking paradox that Odd Future foretold? He is. At least he is not a creepy clown like a former high school mate. We hear about Dean Young once again. NPR plays on Justin’s radio telling him about Syria and Greece. That sounds about right. Waste is easy. America was built on waste. Waste in America is better known as the suburbs. Suburbs waste children, talent, whatever resource it can get its hands on, like water tables all fucked up as people maintain lawns in the desert. I never heard of Purple Drank before. Glad scientists study this amazing drink of codeine and alcohol. 

                This is a really unified chapbook. I like the consistency. Mostly what I got out of this was to never move to Texas. I know now that being in your twenties is essentially the same all over the country. For when you are in your twenties it is basically the same just different environments and different lengths of waiting. Life is waiting.