Today I drove in the back of a pick-up truck to an ice-cream joint where I was lent money by a friend of mine. It led me to a strong compelling sense to open the door to my brother's room and sift through the old photography that lays dormant there beside his arched-and-never-opened window. I realized that I was a very cute toddler and my mother was a very beautiful middle-aged young mother. Then I put some of my photography in a crappy frame. Sometimes I get a little too proud... I need 30 years. Give me 30 years, world, and I promise I will return with talent and love.
But for tonight, I will remain in my room with a cloth draped over my knees and a glaze dropped over my eyelids.
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