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*As in "Welcome to" and where "Gator Country"
means "Los Angeles"
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Gator Country: wake up
ever wake up out of a two year dream?
i did and found myself married and living in new york. though i found this out over burbank, when the captain turned off the interior lights and the entire city lit up below me. upside down sky full of LA stars. i could only catch my breath and see the woman reflected in the window staring back at me. sounds like a dramatic moment, though it really wasn't worth much to me because i know moments like that are gone as soon as you recognize them.
i'm not a very good wife. i like to work a lot. i like to party. i like to look. i like to write about these things.
i like to take off to LA for a weekend and eat thai food in malibu when the sky turns purple and sweat underneath a leather jacket on the back of a bike. burn feverishly on things and through things and wonder where the fuck have i been?
jayne with a y, nice to meet you. sorry, i should have told you these things.
my friend kristian rots up in new hampshire feeling the same way and someone needs to save him from his current self. i know how he feels, having just returned. LA is an addiction that can only be fed by being there and taking big bites. but i can't save kristian when i have to save myself.
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