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Live from the Stix
Railroad tracks covered long ago by unkept grass, and again by the fresh snows. I rolled an old school joint. Just give me a small blade and a Swisher Sweet and I'll take your head way from all of this. I'm MacGyver. I'm temporarily placed in a place where the time doesn't matter and every day is the same, and coping with this small town simplicity, at least on this occasion, required the assistance of smoke and solitude. I had walked several miles, it seemed, behind the streets of downtown, through these woods, pausing at an obscurely placed cabin where I succumb to curiosity and went inside. No one was home, and he didn't own much. Nothing that would suggest the current century. And I liked that, in the same way I liked that I didn't fit in here. Why is some boy from the city perusing our sacred town? Why is he sitting against that tree by the old tracks mindlessly smoking .. is that a homemade cigarette?
March 2 2006, 17:17:20 UTC 6 years ago
March 2 2006, 18:08:16 UTC 6 years ago
March 2 2006, 19:22:40 UTC 6 years ago
;)
March 2 2006, 20:40:07 UTC 6 years ago
this made me smile
the flow of it almost lik a melody
is this based on a real event?
March 2 2006, 20:55:43 UTC 6 years ago
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March 2 2006, 21:37:23 UTC 6 years ago
hope to chat soon
March 3 2006, 00:04:11 UTC 6 years ago
Unfortunately, I don't get much time to experience either. I'm still stuck in my world of in-betweens.
Not that any of this is really relevant to your post. Just felt like saying it.
March 3 2006, 02:15:25 UTC 6 years ago
It's good to hear see something from you.
I have Chapter 6 when you are ready.
March 3 2006, 02:27:25 UTC 6 years ago
Send away. Though I'm slow to the email these days, I will get back with you with comments on the lump sum of things that you have and are going to send (I promise)!!!
Hope all is well.
J