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born in a hospital. at some point i was taken away from there. i remember snow and billiards and macrame plant hangers. there was a tree, a dogwood, in the front between the ditch and the house. it was The South. there were people around, biscuits, cornbread, blackeyed peas, lemonade. then i left. there was nicole and a spar® down the street, and the fat ladies with the skinny legs selling milk from cans. and the horseshit. i forgot to mention the beach. then there was an education. i doubt if it did me much good. there were boys and girls, and ernie peed his pants often. first the bike was a schwinn, green with a banana seat, then it was a peugeot, with small wheels, and generator lights. i got off the bike, and on a surf board. there was punk rock somewhere in the middle of this. i left my parents, and then they left me. then there was anarchism, and eating out of trashcans. it was a lot of freight-trains at the time, and hitchhiking, and some heartbreak too. i returned to the bike then, after the freight-trains and the hitchhiking. america, mexico, asia, australia, the middle east, north africa. a camera - yes, there was a camera. when i decided that the pictures were worth the gelatin used to print them, though i took slides instead, for the animals' sake, thats when i took them. there weren't many, really, all things considered. then work caught up, or i got lazy - one or the other, with the same effect. i picked up a computer, off the street in San Francisco. it pays the rent - BUT IT CORRODES MY SOUL! still, there is hope, somewhere.

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