This is really happening right? The end of 2024? Where except for a tiny few, you're now a pariah? I remember sometime back in the teens, working on the political science, where I semi-sarcastically said what I'm doing will result in me living in the bushes. Not quite there yet, but maybe. And now I wonder maybe that's where I want to be, a little 2x4 platform and tent, in an ideal place in the Santa Monica Mountains, where I become what I so admired when I was young and reading about the centuries of poets who go live in the mountains and write poetry; they come to town to get supplies sure enough, but mostly just living outdoors with books and a laptop. Nah, what I'd really like is for someone to say, Dude, I can't believe what you've done with your life, that's fuckin' amazing. My demons are no worse than anyone else's, I've never assaulted anyone, I don't have anyone I'm hiding from, I'm just an artist who somehow miraculously made it this far; treadin' water and twistin' in the wind for truth and justice.
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