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thinking over the story how it’s told what I had as a seventeen to an eighteen the coast I went up broke to Philadelphia and rose early four am danced around flew planes switchoffs till India then back to gravel parking lot in Potomac no alcohol no astrology one cobra two trips then a third and fourth with acid twice cocaine stars fill the skies with alcohol initiation in fresh thirties then the dirty south comes along with plenty of hurt feelings what are thought to be abnormal and voices raised walls hole punched like three ring binders a reunion with the same old routine you’ve been denying all along while others manipulate poorly or with expertise when the eyes open they really open a third eye opens