Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

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Growing up I always looked up to my cousin Trish. She was much older, much prettier, and in my mind knew what life was all about. I'll never forget this time when I was ten or so, we were driving around the twin cities in her red convertible. It was the summer and she had just gotten married and even at that age I wanted to know what love meant. ( Read more... )

To the bold young man on Huntington Avenue ( Read more... )

There was a man speaking Sanskrit in the streets, which I couldn't resist. He ended up convincing me to buy a book all about a religion he had supposedly discovered in an opium dream. It cost me two wrinkled dollars from my coat pocket, and it's been far too long since I have converted to anything. Buddha and Jesus both made the cover, I know this ( Read more... )

tonight i was walking and it was raining, and this car pulls up to me and the guy in the passenger seat rolls down the window and points an umbrella at me saying "bang bang bang" and i put my hands up and went "ahhhh" and we looked at each other and started laughing and laughing and laughing and then the light turned green and i remember it being ( Read more... )

At the art museum they have this fancy-looking section all dome-like, with these huge murals all over the walls and ceilings. Anyway, there are these terrific leather couches all over the place, and that's where I like to go when I need a place to go.

I sit right in front of Thomas Eakin's The Dean's Roll Call, which is this painting taller than ( Read more... )