Oh, man...for having such a shit year, my July VSC experience is a clean spot on the otherwise filthy toilet of my life.
I'm dumbly happy. I am writing. I am beautiful. My words slay dragons. I have friends! Most of whom were born in 1976, like me! Low-clouds and fog descending into valleys. Toothless woman at liquor store (N.B. referred to her mouth as 'New York Times Crossword Puzzle.') and organic produce! I loved having to drive 15 miles to use my cell phone! I am the proud of the mountains. Maple cones grow from their metal mothers, swirling towards the inevitable. Cheap rum down the hatch like a hapless teenager! Giant sandbags in the river. I rock the nozzle that rocks the commercial dishwasher. These hands work! This mind produces! Equilibrium and bliss!
Viva!
Posted by Zerd at July 19, 2009 11:06 AM