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Wednesday
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Each day is broken into so many parts I hardly know where to begin. It ended at Sit and Spin. Brabenec said in adopted English, "Nobody nowhere never got anywhere," and the drunk I'd been wanting to photograph ended the set by falling into my lap. I didn't notice spring had come until after I'd walked past it, smelled the blooms, turned around, then I saw it. The mechanic made me feel like a negligent parent but it felt good to pedal away on true wheels and a new crankset. Lulu's come out of hiding and rubs her ass under my chin but even when all is said and done once again it's time to begin. | ||||||||
