I walked down this road. Twice. Moving, sliding really. Concerned but aloof. I developed my courage through pain, but you know that already. You know that already.

I'm not the man I once was. I can move twice, but that's as far as it goes. I type out my missives on my Electra-Plus - you can laugh, but what do you write on?

I walked a height today. Climbed in the cab of a crane - but that's not exactly lifting a christmas tree to god is it? Or waving an american flag in his face. We like to do that don't we. Waving things in his face I mean. That's how it started.

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