As of yesterday it was decided by an influencial force that my next few weeks will be spent in Austin being gainfully employed. I don't know how I feel about this. Said force states that one who is employed, gainfully or not, in this state is unofficially a TEXAN. And it has to be spelled in all caps.
This changes everything. I have to lose my hip hop face, my punk strut, and my hippy take, revamping my new self into sporting an armadillo belt buckle and boots.
More importantly, starting every conversation with, "How's yer momma and them?"
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I stopped by.
And laughed.
And through your inspiration, wrote a short poem on my blog which will be unpacked later.
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