The Gist -- This diary seemed to be about a kid who was around when his roommate killed his mom. Just to clear that up, the roommate killed his own mother. The roommate’s name was Robbie. Creative. Anyway, Nate details his life infrequently from Last May to date. He talks about stove top dinner, magical rats, and how no one likes him. It’s like if Jan Brady stared in Donnie Darko. Anyway, the diary’s not too bad, but come one now man. You talk about how your penis goes limp when you try to jerk off. I don’t really care about you gimpy limpy. Does anyone really want to read about a crazy's erectile disfunction?

The Magic Word Snell. Did he mean Shell? Did he mean Snood? Either would have been better than Snell. 4/34

My Feeling -- What do you get when a teenage kid goes crazy? That’s the question I think Nate Boxley wants us to ask ourselves. To his credit he answered his own “hypothetical” question.

The Answer is; You get a whiny, stupid, scared kid writing about how he thinks his roommate is “not upset enough” that they saw a maggoty hand.

A maggoty hand? Did you ever clarify exactly what that was in regards too?

This diary is disjointed, delusional, and crass. I mean, it also pisses me off that he is holding back. There are these large gaps where his life goes on normally but he never writes. He only writes about crazy things.

Listen, Nate, if you are fucked up; cool. Write about it. You already told us you think you saw a rat with hands (BTW why didn’t you just kick it. It’s a freak rat you pansy. It’s not like it was a Mountain Lion with a machine gun!). You need to tell us what happened. Stop with this dancing around the subject.

The writing in the diary did get better when he got off of drugs (got his GED) and then went to Maynard for a camping trip (gay orgy) with his Professor (fetish master). Does that even happen anymore? He called him and Lance the “Hardy Boys” (NAMBLA victims) and had a nice little sub plot (big time lie) with them going to an Indian Burial site (basement of library).

I don’t know if he’s trying to scare us, or confuse us. He does both. I am both terrified and boggled by his writing. (16/64)

Bonus Would I read this again? Surprisingly I might. I mean, it’s just so damn weird. But in reality, I doubt that I will ever look at it again (8/6)

Total Score I give this diary a 6 on a scale of one to ten. It’s a little better than most of the crap hole shit bombs I have read, but far, far away from anything worth thinking about.

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written on 2003-10-28 @ 11:40 a.m.