Going places

We all want to go somewhere–different, exotic, beautiful. Sometimes you go places in your dreams and you wonder, how did I get here. Like dreaming about the South, a place with ramshackle houses, dirt roads, dodgy people and verdant green fields. Or even closer to home, waking up to a guy on a motorcycle speeding around your apartment complex. In the middle of the night. It seems it’s never dull inside my head.

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