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hollydaze

December 28, 2010

Western Ky. No matter how hard you try you’ll always be from the place in which you are from. I moved a six hour drive, one time zone, and several cultures away from all things pertaining to the first 19 years of my life. It worked for a while. Then I had the bromance of my dreams. He’s a piano player, an artist, and a fellow socialist revolutionary(you’d be surprised how hard those are to find in Knoxville). The only catch in our man love sage is that his home town isn’t an hour and a half from mine. This honky has my number. I can’t bullshit him. He drove an hour to the same neighboring town on the weekends as I did. We shopped at the same malls, ate at the same Applebee’s, and played in strip mines owned by the same coal company. I had just started to tell stranger’s that I was originally from Tn. I’ve even contemplated changing my middle name to Tennessee. Then I fall for this guy. His very presence prevents all my self promoting and half lying and egocentric smoke and mirrors. Marta says that real friendships are based in vulnerability and honesty. Yeah, I know Marta, I wasn’t looking for a friend I was looking for street cred. Sometimes when you’re foraging for mushrooms you find truffles.

Thanks Levon for being a better friend than I was looking for.

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One comment

  1. ohmigosh, this makes me laugh. Yup, the Big Man keeps us humble by bringing these types into our lives.



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