It's late. Albuquerque is quiet at this time of night. I like it this way. One brew is just enough to make the night slow to a snail's pace. There are too many people east of here waiting to feel this touch, wishing to hear this voice. I miss them all. One day I will rescue the masses and make them feel they have arms to run to. Tonight, I just
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