And so I feel like I owe you an apology for saying things I didn’t mean. Saying I’d do things I didn’t do. Couldn’t do. And even though our relationship is most often a one way courtship of sorts, an entertainment, a distraction, I can’t help but to feel I let you down.
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I spent some time in Romania. I lived there, went to school there, spent my pre-adolescent years there. This was the early nineties, and a lot of shit was airborne in those days. We’re talking about post-communist Romania here, and so of course there were all kinds of crazy things happening behind the scenes.
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I stood on the street corner, me and Camel, and watched the cars go by. Watching the couples sitting on the sidewalk. I smoked two and started to feel lonely with all the couples out there so I went back in for another run at the chick. If one drinks enough sauce, one learns to let annoyances slide unnoticed into the night.
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Since I quit this place, I’ve been working a job that’s very analytical. Very clinical. Things have loosened up the last few months and so I’m feeling the desire to write creep in again. And eventually I’ll get the groove back. Once I find my muse I’ll paint this thing red.
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