starving hysterical naked

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn

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Someday, somewhere— anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life."

-Pablo Neruda

I'm happiest when I'm on the road, in the middle of a project, or in a warm bed. My mom's adorable-she's always telling me these stories. A little booze, her housewife guard dissolves and adventures from her youth dribble from her lips-an affair in Mexico City (there was a hurricane, a blackout, candles...), epics on shrooms, moviestars in Malibu, hitchhiking, ghosthunting, lost suitcases, romances, roadtrips.
I'm working on my own stories.