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Airport in less than four hours. New York in maybe twelve (assuming I get on the plane, which is actually not an absolute certainty).
My father is still in excruciating pain, drugged up, and somewhat depressed. I'm still deaf in one ear. But I'm ready.
"No more brooding. No more esoterical, existential, ethereal bullshit. Just the click-scrape of a zippo, and the drag of worn boots against paved city sidewalks. It's going to be a good year, and I'll not be told otherwise."
~ Pedro
My father is still in excruciating pain, drugged up, and somewhat depressed. I'm still deaf in one ear. But I'm ready.
"No more brooding. No more esoterical, existential, ethereal bullshit. Just the click-scrape of a zippo, and the drag of worn boots against paved city sidewalks. It's going to be a good year, and I'll not be told otherwise."
~ Pedro