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because I am a mess when I drink, and because what I’ve let get to me, get to me again, I am prone to record it, and I’m glad because I haven’t in so long. anyway, I found it appropriate that by the off (not so off) chance that when I’m thirty-something, where I am and wondering what I was thinking the evening of June 14, 2013, I’ll want to know that I was barely creating friction against what I saw as a career, and how terribly humbling it was to think that something I’d wanted for so long and perpetuated into every notion of the future I dare thought of, could scare me like it did. I wish I could remember more of what’s happened these past couple of years, maybe I could make some sense of the last few months but never did I imagine living in San Antonio again.
