You can’t help but turn things over. Sometimes you can’t
help it. You think of your first camping trip, Brad’s Land in 1986. Drunken
campfire singing and whiskey bottles lined up like busts. However you try and
think some fresh thought. Your mind is 33 years old, wiser but more cynical and
you’re so busy with work and married and such a worker— a fat fucking worker
that you have become everything that you weren’t when you were 22. Life is
there all right, compressing in the vice grip of constant pressure. Sometimes
you just want to explode. Your body isn’t what it used to be, your recovery
rates and metabolism, have slowed. It bewilders you and helps tighten the vice.
You just want to be in Hawaii Quebec 3 am .
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