Dr. Keshen advises that my Step 11 is to jettison personal baggage. And that’s you. You were an idiot even then. The line is “ . . . like the deserts miss the rain.” To think I wasted the ’eighties, my most loveliest time, on some Rick O’Casek also-ran. How’s life at Living Lighting been working out for you? I’ve burped the Tupperware marked “Jason” that’s been brooding under the futon for twenty-five years. Gone are the Carole Pope cassettes, your Valentine’s Kahlil Gibran, and the photos from your brother’s wedding. Here’s the last one, and such a shame, as my boobs look fantastic. 
Dr. Keshen advises that my Step 11 is to jettison personal baggage. And that’s you. You were an idiot even then. The line is “ . . . like the deserts miss the rain.” To think I wasted the ’eighties, my most loveliest time, on some Rick O’Casek also-ran. How’s life at Living Lighting been working out for you? I’ve burped the Tupperware marked “Jason” that’s been brooding under the futon for twenty-five years. Gone are the Carole Pope cassettes, your Valentine’s Kahlil Gibran, and the photos from your brother’s wedding. Here’s the last one, and such a shame, as my boobs look fantastic. Cinemagraph by Jamie Beck.
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