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By chris Date: 2006 Mar 23 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.23.18.49.22392]] |
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One night in a biker bar parking lot someone asked me what I was thinking right at that moment: "Don't think - just say what comes to mind first." (This was after a bad date, by the way.) I could see the towers on top of the mountain twinkling and so I gave the right wrong answer and said it was how hard it was going to be to climb that come summer. This is my fourth spring here - four springs after the right wrong turn in El Paso. My compass wasn't broken; it just never had a true north to point to. True, things could have been different - we'll never know. (In retrospect everything is inevitable.) Let's leave it at fated and chill for a millennia or two Such discussions rapidly get too complicated for me anyway - like, say, theoretical physics or how maybe if Cameron Crowe was from Guadalajara we'd say show me the peso and you'd have had me at hola. |