me by Matty, by Sarita, and by Murki. this good dude named Tone told me he was turning 33 this year. without prompt he said it was great. that is, this time, now. this age. that it's like working and fixing up a thunderbird for all these years...and finally now, getting to drive it. smooth sailing....as he saw it. i picture only california, highway 1. south or north, it doesn't matter, as long as it's by the pacific, up high above the sharp, muddy green waves, on top of the imperfect perfect mountains that sprout purple succulents, salty windy fresh fucking air, past henry miller's house...coasting, hugging curves...hugging curves yes hugging curves. me me me, me me me. this day, now, furious and visible.
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