A few weeks ago, at the closing night cast party for Evita, I was told the longest and probably most impressive story of my young life. Several Absolut Citron & 7ups in, I’d already accosted most of those around me with my perpetual chant “tell me stories”. Most merely provided pitiable attempts, and Madelynn, tired and having exhausted her
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Maybe I could break out of this drunkard's prison.
I'm homesick for a place I might have never seen.
Something more than these old feet brought me here,
So these feet can't take me away.
No I didn't get here on my own,
Whoever brought me here's gonna have to bring me home.
I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase.
Home is a sadness, not a place.
Jason Webley - Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
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In any case, lookie Tara, I got a livejournal too now!
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