I can't sleep on the bus ride to Memphis.
Did Kelsey and I look at butterflies at the Field Museum during a Jimmy Chamberlin concert?
I watched SNL throughout childhood. I thought of New York City as a dark den of desperation. Buildings loomed over everyone, always shades of grey.
I just want to go back to throwing a ball against a brick wall, hour after hour, day after day, left alone in my head.
The bus driver has been swerving for hours.
Maybe I should get off at the next stop and set up a new life. Wash dishes at a diner. Find Jesus.
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