Along the Mississippi (part 1)

Over there on that bridge I lost my shirt.

Over there I made a fire.

 

Where am I?

 

I got so used to writing 12 that I forgot to write 13.  #f

 

Its easier to edit one piece right now than it is to edit 20 awesome pieces you did 3 years ago right now.

 

As I explained before, don’t listen to your grandmother…

Morphine drip killed me and I survived WWII.

 

My grandfather explained this all to me in a dream I had 2 days ago.

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