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thunderbird

today for the first time in a while i didn't feel like a was blowing it. see, there's a balloon that lives inside me.

i heard this dude speak, 83 years old. 51 years sober. he goes, "i believe in a higher power that i choose to call God, and she frees me from the bondage of self on a daily basis." he was a black dude in a white suite. he sort of reminded me of what God would look like in a movie.

the trip came and went. we didn't take pictures. we don't mark anniversaries. in a way i'd like to think that these not-doings are all good omens.

i like the way the foliage changes on the east coast. it goes from tall palm trees, to short fat plam trees, to a combo of plam and weeping willow, to trees that look like they are sucking all the oxygen out of the air and making you high (savannah, georgia), to trees that have branches that glaze over the broken sidewalks, sweeping trees, crying trees, and then, to just normal trees. and sometimes no trees at all. just manicured lawns.

in a way, we were waiting for something to happen, but in another way, everything was happening so fast. 75 miles an hour down 95. things we will never forget, and things we will only remember when it happens again. and then we'll say, "this happened to me once before," and then we'll tell a story. it'll be short and to the point. and i can only speak for myself of matters concerning time, but some things that seem short and to the point exist for eons to me. to us.

that's just the way it goes

6:10 p.m. - 2005-06-12

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