so here i sit.
typing for an invisible audience, lamenting over being stuck-in-the-rabbit hole i call my hometown.
gotta get on the road again!
considering selling all of my wordly possesions just to buy a motorcycle and ride south...
or maybe catch a train back to new york city?
that small, smoggy island has been on my brain for the last two years just like an unforgettable lover - sick, crowed, beautiful, and....... messy. sigh. my perfect man.
three more months to go! then i'm dropping it all and climbing out.
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