Maybe not a big ol' horrifying giant-ass "missing" thing, but I do miss my friends a bit tonight. You know who you are. Is that cheezy? I just don't want to create a list because I don't want to leave anybody out and my memory is like swiss cheeze, in that it is very smelly. Meanwhile, I miss you all and wish you could come over to the house and listen to Bob Dylan's "Visions Of Johanna" from Blonde On Blonde. Next I'll be lighting candles and burning sage. Oy, I'm such a hippie-wanna-be. :-) Anyway, to all of you who are far away, remember that there's a place for you in Redondo Beach.
"Sooner or later one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you"
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