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The first story I wrote on the drive back to LA. It's about the Taxman, who is loosely analogous to death although no one calls him that, who must visit his parent's home after many years of absence and appraise his father's worth. It's kind of like if Through the Looking Glass was written by Franz Kafka.

A man of otherwordly resources. Are you participating in NaNoWriMo?

You bet your ass it's Adventure Time. This is the only copy I have, although I'm sure there is a full sized copy floating around someplace:

The ancient Greek philosophers were large than life in so many ways it boggles to call myself a disciple of stoicism or cynicism in any virtue other than pure reverence. The philosophical issues we argue today are so much more pointed and diverse, however paradoxical it may seem. It would have been brilliant to be alive during the heyday of ancient Western thought.

We could all be happier men by being simpler men, but that isn't a life that I desire.

I'd say two true humans are always reacting to love. Whether or not they are ready or it is true is a matter of poetry and semicolons.

Wow! I'm glad I could hook you two up as it sounds like you made more than one of Tom's dreams come true. It is true, though, I had a terrible escape through Portland that amounted to my Persian friend making us stop foot by foot in the same destinations of one TV personality or another. Her friends were at a loss to find something interesting for us to do -- thinking too inside the box I suspect.

Once I get a job and raise some money, I think that I will come visit you in Portland. Between Into the Wild and The Call of the Wild, I have enough green fire wilderness and sorry sugary wanderlust floating through my veins to carry Dr. Zhivago's ship footloose through the mountains.

I'm glad we share a kindred love for Miss Newsom and her pleasantly awkward but sincere voice. How was the company I sent packing in your direction? Two by none, they run a wicked twisted path of poignant and dreadful reprise year after year. True love or true humans, I know not which.

You're certainly right, although isn't every conversation rife with misunderstanding and miscommunication? Both poets and lawyers make their bread by that fact. I return the compliment, however, and hope we'll have that meeting someday.

I enjoy reading almost everything you write.