Oct 25, 2006
10:21 AM
10:21 AM
I cannot believe how weird my life has become. It's like I gave my plotline over to Hunter Thompson on one of his more drug-addled days. I am living a gypsy existence with no permanent address. I am traveling the concrete rivers of America, and observing the kind, brutal, sane, and random behaviors of our species. I have visions that I can touch only with my fingertips: I cannot quite grasp them.
But there is hope... and beauty, and fleeting moments of grace.
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