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Moving Away

You can never go home.

By N.ZbornakPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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My mother is an artist, my father a musician; ah but I wanted to be "successful"

It's important for someone who can win the game to say it's all bullshit, a lady told Gloria Steinem.

I don't know if I can play the long game. Don't know if I can stand the taste of some motherfucker's asshole that long.

But I am punctual, polite, and bright. Old folks love me.

God I miss Steve, 26 years 1 day older than me I'm glad he never crossed that boundary, hard as I tried. I love and respect him.

He'll never leave that little town. Never wants to. I could go back in ten years and he'd still be there, same seat at the bar.

That little town that street that bar ice shards and cigarette butts in the gutter so bitter cold you could barely breathe

I had no choice but to leave.

I'd been dying to get out of there my entire life. It has not been, I admit, quite as cosmopolitan as I'd imagined.

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