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Here’s the deal: I have chronic fatigue allergies, broken blood vessels and inexplicable bruises and sneering glances, bipolar hopelessness feelings and the like and the usual bad intentions abound. But whatever I guess. You tell me. I can still breathe calmly and joyously finally when the fireflies come out (finally) I can still read from those few who seem to understand better than any regardless of fame and prestige I can still be the good guy who says nothing or something and sees it all more than you think I can still get lost on empty tank of gas and I can finally be buds with my dad again (he always comes up I guess) I can still be that 15 year old guy who went for a walk instead of to a party, who finished Fahrenheit 451 on the back of a school bus on the way to the baseball game (left with a black eye), who set his alarm for five six seven am so he could go back to sleep, who left the same song playing all night, who still doesn’t know shit about anything or what to do with a girl or how to make a car work who thought that the purchase of his own piano thing was the greatest event! ever. Whatever. I say Mat behm (good guy) took a Polaroid shot of the lights that remind me of something wicked this way comes, and that’s enough to make me sat yes go another day. It’s all easier in the summertime. I’m really not trying to be dramatic.