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*As in "Welcome to" and where "Gator Country"
means "Los Angeles"
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Gator Country: love you all
to jayne hawkins:
you didn't fuck up or make a mess of your life. you were married a few times, and from what i understand, they all missed you terribly after the divorces. funny how just because people don't call doesn't mean they're not thinking about you. a lot.
people think about you and you have no idea how often it happens.
so, i'm on the amtrak train heading back to nyc from dc. minutes, seconds from putting my shoes on and getting a plastic cup of wine from the snack car. outside the window, rows of school buses (why always school buses?), houses with xmas tree lights still going (right on). what this is supposed to mean in the grand scheme of things, i have no idea. i can't think of anything except that these things are things i've seen; that there's nothing out the window i haven't seen.
i don't like how trying to get by every day makes us do things we'd rather not be doing, given the time constraints we're dealing with here.
love you all.
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