Friday, July 19, 2013
About Me
- Name: Harry
- Location: Bay Area, CA
I'm languishing in a semi-state, hoping to write my way out of a paper bag. I yearn for the central coast beach shack of the mind while living in suburban California.
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3 Comments:
Aaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!1
:-)
Sorry, I couldn't resist. Thanks for the good wishes. They haven't called, but that could be a good sign.
Are you still on the road? Run into Dean Moriarty yet?
I'm back, and, I assume, my mind will come along shortly, with a kind of rubber band snap, only slower, I hope.
In Tennessee I might have met Dean's third cousin, but who unfortunately may have been his own uncle in a complicated geneological root-bound affair winding up with asymmetrical and odd-numbered digits all culminating in a haunting banjo tune wafting from the front porch. But, yeah.
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