in the last three days ive driven about 300 miles
all the while listening to a cd i happened to pick up in the generally pathetic southampton library "talking tapes" section
after four times through' david sedaris live at carnegie hall', ive decided that he IS the (gay) man inside my head
the one i alternately embrace and try to bury alive:
practically void of optimism
posessed by a sick sense of humor
fixated on details to the point of paralysis
please enjoy this reading on letterman of one of the stories i almost drove off the road to somewhere between new york and new hampshire.
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FANTASTIC
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