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I’ve yet to write anything here concerning the thing that consumes most of my time, IT. I can’t think of much that is more dry or uninteresting to talk about than IT, so I don’t. I love the challenge of it, all the little puzzles and the problem solving; it engages a huge part of my mind. [...] mornings come and go vexing me harshly my youth found the light a life poorly spent I surely must rise its not just me now I grew up in a small rural area of Connecticut far from the New York suburban bedroom towns of Fairfield County. For the most part it was the sticks.My childhood summers were spent outside; and my constant companions were three sisters who lived down the block.One hot summer afternoon we decided to head over to [...] who is this big man? you were so betrayed vacant reactions your song goes unheard days and nights fly by Many years ago, before my parents divorced, we used to make frequent car trips to Detroit from our home in Connecticut. The nature of these trips was to take my brother Joey, who had Down’s Syndrome (Trisomy 21), to see one Henry Turkel, M.D. who was treating Down’s children with a regimen of massive nutritional [...] outside looking in When i sleep i’m free Every morning I ride the subway to work. It is about a forty-five minute trip more or less—mostly a monotonous, and monochromatic blur as I endure the smells, the screeches and the gross violations of personal space we New Yorkers come to slough off as part of the cost of living in the Great City. At about [...] |
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