Well it had been my birthday so I had hit city…four days into the drunk and I was out…over four hours of video in my possession…bands, fiction poetry reading, freinds…in the ‘qua and the in the plaines ruminating on what I had experienced…bounced it up but lukewarm reception..a little bit of bummer but not that much…I have seen it plenty of times before…people don’t react…it’s easier that way…it’s a conversation though…or absent of conversation…I should have just posted the video…I shouldn’t have said anything…instead of being mr. nice guy I should have just done it…hestiate and the critics come in…and they are not of the world of the blogs, of jamming the thought…their websites are all out of date…and so I moved on…through the airport and the plane….view over america…and the kids…sign of rebirth and renewal and innocence….there in the desert…the big sky coutnry…it was time to write myself into the movie…
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