One of the best parts of my vacation was getting to read Just Kids straight through for hours in the car from Del Rio to Alpine. Speeding by seemingly endless hills of yellow grass and scrubby bushes under blue skies and sunshine. So far from Patti Smith's NYC but I was transported. I want to be an artist, too...don't we all?
Maybe in 30 years I can be that honest about what happened in my 20s. But I think I might not even remember by then.
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