Autobiography
New Year's Eve 2011
Going on the record with the variety of emotions, thoughts and actions prompted by the last day of every year.
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Against the Wind Chapters 1-3
True story as I remember it a four year window in my past. Riding the freight trans in America.
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My Old Hometown
I took a little trip to my old hometown I was kind of disappointed in what I found An ocean of cars filled the streets people everywhere not one to greet
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A Long Time Ago
Nostalgia, my weakness
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Turtle on the Run
Reduction...when I do it, it is bare bones, bare minimum, and life is in some ways, PERFECTLY raw. These periods in my life are perspective-inducing...
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This man tried to guess my ethnicity
This man stopped me on the street yesterday and tried to guess my ethnicity. This is what he said: "Can I have a minute of your time?" "Can we play a little game?" "
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Dream Weaver
Interpreting dreams can be fun. Or not. I try to take a decidedly esoteric bent on a dream and wind my way around my mind. Quite the journey, if you ask me. Let me know what you think.
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Blown away.
I'll never ride a bike again
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Lament For a Lost Notebook
My little black book who travelled with me to Toronto and Cuba, who lay open on god knows how many beer stained bar tables in Munich while I scribbled out my alcoholic anguish…
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Life is Precious
Years ago we took a train ride to visit our son in Toronto. The private suite on the train was half-price and was the first time we ever spent the money on one.
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