Slipping (in) Time

“Americans are searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.” – Kurt Vonnegut

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Breaking In at the Pink Pony

journal entry August 1, 1996 I’m at the Pink Pony now, waiting to begin the ritual of being broken in to a new job. This is a real neighborhood homebody place. So far all I’m doing is sitting on a couch. I’m grateful that this place has windows, a lot of light. Jane is training […]

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