Marjorie told me that a writer needs to live. Here are my adventures so far:
  
    - getting frisked by the police on the side of the road and then having to walk back to my dorm from an unknown location. 
 
    - hickory hills park in a painted black midnight. walking in wet clothes and not seeing inches in front of me. 
 
  
            aug 29 2009 ∞
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