Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again. Frank O Hara
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
8 puffs a day
Mexico DF was quite an experience. 3 weeks and my lungs wanted to burst from my being and lie on the side of a taco stand, too desperate to make the flight home. AIR. Fricken fresh air. Air free of a Turkish roomies incessant smoke. Air free of chiles and mole spice. Air free of cheap counterfeit scents. Air free of 8 albuteral puffs a day. Air simply free.
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