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May 04, 2006 02:44

2.19.03

For a few weeks I've been shipping my body around the midwest. It costs $1.50 to send me downtown and $1.75 to return me. I've been shipped to Michigan and back every other weekend and I'm starting to show the wear. Tonight while being shipped home, a man so tall I thought his head would poke out the emergency exit notified everyone that the moon looked beautiful, and from 33rd to 47th everyone looked out the window and talked about the beauty of the moon, and it all felt right, for a moment.
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At first I'm tempted to say, "The only thing that has changed in 3 years is the cost of the fare." But I think about it, and in three years I've changed schools, forgotten most of the people I used to know, found new people to know, moved to the other side of the city, endured Dave's multiple surgeries, worked different jobs, and painted two apartments. So fuck the fare.
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