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In retrospect—a perch rising under with glacial immanence, pushing me further away from the hope I’d once had, as I gave up my city, my friends, what little that was secure in my life in the first place, tossed plans aside, only to see hope teased just a bit further away, then a bit more, until the day I looked up from my scrambling and found myself alone, hollowed—I should have never left the desert.

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  1. A 2tha D

    Word. Friendless, I moved here for another reason, my children, now to have made more with another partner who’s possibly leaving me in a town I adore but who does not reciprocate my love financially.

    Finding responsibility in the question: what do I want truly?

    Then: What is authentic action that can bring about the crazy shit I want?

    Sorry to hear your struggling. Lets get a beer and rap sooner than later.

    -A

    Nov 28, 2009 @ 11:09 pm


  2. Ben

    Beers sometime Joel? I know we only hung out at the BBGS but beers are beers and friends are friends…

    Dec 01, 2009 @ 12:35 pm


  3. Dean

    Dear Joel–
    You are loved by many. If I can assume, breakups hurt BAD. But you will recover, no matter how bad it hurts now. Perhaps NYC is the right place for couch surfing for you at this moment.

    Dec 01, 2009 @ 11:56 pm