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no matter how fucked up you think life can be, it will always surprise you with fucked-up-edness beyond your wildest imaginings. i only thought that days upon days of spewing foulness with racking coughs, and chills, then sweats was a personal vendetta set upon me by familiar demons... ...or that the medical/insurance establishment had singled me out as a poster boy for how individuals are just pawns for the "gods" to play with... ...or that there are glimmers of hope beyond self-imposed soul-crushing defeat... ...or that the Crescent City was actually given a reprieve, when the worst was to come... so much worse. the latter we can blame on the ArmyCorpsOfEngineers and the money-laundering fratboy-poseur-from-Crawford... ...all the rest i can blame on myself. the BigEasy will probably return... ...and so will i. but it won't be tomorrow. |
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