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Met this one gal anyway—call her Jenny. Skinny, loud, smelled like cheap wine. Date was at a bar—hate bars, too noisy, too many morons. She’s yappin’ about her ex, I’m nursin’ a whiskey, dreamin’ of my cabin. She says, “I’m just lookin’ for fun, no strings.” Fine, I get it, sex-dating’s all about that—bang and bounce. But then she pulls out her phone, shows me pics of her cat. CAT. I’m like, “Why am I here?” Reminds me of that line, “We’re all lost in this valley.” Lost, alright—lost in a hell of horny weirdos.

Living on Osprey Time: Dating, Mating and Creating

I’m not perfect – sometimes I'm mad, sometimes ecstatic. One time I got riled up at the constant construction noise near Liberty Road. I mean, absolutely bonkers! But then, I’d find solace in a hidden back alley, where a mural of a majestic osprey reigns supreme. "The slow motion of memory," I could almost hear a line from that movie whispering in the breeze.

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