Last night there was a moment, just one short moment, when Becca and I were lying there listening to Neil Young, and I looked at my room --I mean really looked at my room-- for what felt like the first time. I noticed things that I hadn't seen before. I looked at all that stuff not just as stuff, but as stories, of which there are so many. It doesn
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