the words of the prophets

[Due to some site problems which I don't quite have time to deal with, catherine's story has been moved to the front page of ARTNOISE. Sorry for the longer load time. -germ]
i wrote this story about two years ago, when i was nineteen. i had been trying for some time to write about the trolley tracks that run past my house. nothing was really clicking until i added the justice car–which is still parked just down the street from me. there’s some kind of scenester stuff in here–jeremy’s band, the evolution of a de facto zine–but all that is pretty much just incidental. what i hope comes across most strongly is the universal desire to make one’s mark. in terms of sheer emotion, i don’t think i’ve topped this story yet. check it out, and make of it what you will. thanks for reading!