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About Me
Sometimes, I have these dreams where I can fly. Not dreams where I'm flying mind you (as in already flying in the dream), but that I can make myself fly by sheer concentration. Seems like real life's that way, too. I like motorcycles, writing, and jazz, man, the kind Vonnegut and Kerouac loved and dreamed and carried on about under full moons of deep red wine.