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Day 70: Buy the Ticket, Take the Drive

I had to get the fuck out of this town before I burned it all down. Again. The memories have lingered unwelcomingly hard this year, ignoring the many good graces of my sacrifices and availing themselves nightly on the wings of a pandemic’s socially-isolated cough.  Everything inside pushed me to leave behind my tires this little part of that infected world, wheezing and sputtering and still dying with predictable statistical regularity.  Everything I touch these days becomes a gamble anyway, so why not just lean into it in a last-minute chance to go and chase down other parts of that same world now growing green again at the start of another Indiana summer. I selfishly used the excuse of possibly locating a new typer as motivation, …

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