An excerpt from my journal dated 08/06/03 2005/10/27 3 comments It's tough, lonely work dismantling your dreams. I'm off work. The bearing of my car rotates, weightless - in all directions. It's night in Tennessee, the air is a perfect temperature and humidity. I hold my hand out the window, playing in the current. Water condenses on my warm skin. I am swimming in dense darkness, face upturned toward a million blinking stars. I breath deeply and try to decide what Tennessee smells like. Ryan - 10/29/2005 12:51:00 AM  It smells like shit and vinegar mixed together in a rust old bucket. Ryan - 10/29/2005 12:52:00 AM  A rusty old bucket even. Jenny - 12/21/2005 05:18:00 PM  Tennessee smells like stupidity at its finest. Yay for TennCare. Post a Comment
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