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woke up
in covington and spent the morning cutting a hole
in an exterior wall for a doggie door.
battled traffic to seattle, just a touch late for
first full house 4Shadows jam in no one knows how
long.
we prefunked at the office building across the
street from the vault, wraparound deck overlooking
marina of relatively humble yachts, few worth more
than a couple million bucks--proof this town
hasn't lost its blue collar touch.
we talked of many things, and all at once.
we used to pound beers, now we share candy
and blow money on skywriters to immortalize our
name, vapor in air...
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