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Here's what it's like: Imagine being stranded in an isolated place with no attitude adjusters. The worst thing is you don't make the rules. You're known for no self-pity but a little despair is in the air, but not here because there's an angel by my side who once had the lead in an impromptu scene in a magnum opus named Onyx Motherload. If unfamiliar, it featured her applying suction to a phallic Wonderstraw unleashing the elixir of life. Abundanza, man.

Call this wishful thinking or brain damage but staring at the ceiling at midnight needs plotline thoughts so the whirling mind-videos from the past don't push back-to-sleep into the distance. Dreaming begins and morning wake-up signals "get ready for one more, you home dog". Thankee, irs.