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Smash sans KSE

November 4th ‘til now, that makes it at least three weeks that we’ve been on this excursion. Are we dead yet? Damn it all if I haven’t replaced facebook time with any other positive type of activity; I’d planned to read leisurely, to work on my chops and pipes. Anope to all of the above – Luis, we start running when I get back into town.

Afore, I’d found catharsis in rolling down the windows and speeding down a highway, riding the beat of a thousand watts and singing/screaming until I couldn’t feel my face; Tucson Raymond’s got a bus pass, and these days he listens to music at much lower volumes. More and more I’m finding that my version of therapy lies with interaction - speaking, reading, and writing. In trying new things, seeing fresh faces, and playing new games (the kind you don’t have to plug into a wall outlet). Some examples that come to mind are boiling chicken/baking salmon, 100 cup pong/"classy" wine nights, or racking up monumental fails trying to steal kisses whilst in a full house.

You (both here at the notwork and face to face) have saved my psyche, this old bonebag’s chi-flow would be all fucked otherwise. If it weren’t for yall I’d have already relapsed and gone back running to the book with my tail between my legs.

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