How To Stop Everything & Tell Your Mother You Love Her

Posted: April 11, 2013 in Uncategorized

Last night, 3 AM at Swedish Hospital.  Excuse my Ennis Del Ray-like verbal constipation from all the intravenous drugs and real feelings combined with large amounts of Thorazine.  My Mom, possibly the most camera shy-person that I know, on the other hand, I believe, comes off bursting in rare sparks.

Pretty raw stuff.  But as you know I get off on that.

What a journey this has been thus far.

I could go for that other journey right now.  Not the band.  Maybe the Bahamas.  Maybe Borneo.

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