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25. A photo of a night you loved. A basement show, sometime between '89 and '93. Photo by Steve Parkes<\/p><\/div>\n

It’s tough to say how much I loved this night at the time. Some nights only become dear years later, so I say I loved this night looking back on it with the wisdom that comes with 20 or so years of separation. We used to play music. In basements. All the time.<\/p>\n

Not much writing yesterday, but a strange revelation while standing outside Morseland in the rain. I have the ideas for the finishing touches on the novel. Now it’s just up to me to execute over the next five days. Think today will be a zero word count, but tomorrow will rise again. Or something like that. Standing at 41,770.<\/p>\n

Also: Hoping everyone has a happy and healthy Thanksgiving. I am off to join (amongst others) the two people in the foreground of this photo for a friendly neighborhood dinner.<\/p>\n

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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thanks for dinner, Sharon,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Therese said as she got into my car.<\/p>\n

I turned the key in the ignition. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, thanks for making us spend more time together instead of just giving us cash,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said under my breath.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re such an ass, Arthur,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Therese said.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you still want a ride?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course I do. How else am I going to get home?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not sure. You might not want to have to find out.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I backed the car out of the parking space, honked twice at Paul as I passed his car and turned out onto the main road. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I hear there are wolves out there.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why you….\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Therese started, searching for words. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re just a monster!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not just a monster, Therese,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m also a monster.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

And that shut her up for the duration of the ride to her house. Aside from a few mumbled directions, she was silent. Yeah, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d borrowed the line from a John Barth novella, but it was a good one, and I felt it applied. I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t just a monster. I had my moments, though. My moments of monstrosity when my inner demons fought their way to the surface, taking hold of my personality, making me, an otherwise reasonable person, into some sort of beast. They made me do things like threaten a good hearted, albeit annoying, young woman who wanted nothing more than for everyone to get along, for people to do their jobs, and for things to be okay. Unfortunately for Therese, that was against everything I stood for.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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