Isn't it odd when you think of how much you have been through, seen, done and lived through in this body that you have now. When I think of being and shooting dope on Houston on the side of a stoop, it's really hard to fathom why I have not descended to the bottom of the food chain.
All the abscesses, jumps off buildings, getting stuck on top of a chain link fence, getting dragged by a car, handing my newborn daughter over to a moral pariah, all of these things should have & could have killed me, but all I left those experiences with are scars.....pretty good, all & all.
I tend to have these astral moments when I am at my most calm, so that this is rearing it's head is a positive experience, it means I am in a posture of humility, for the meantime anyway. Taking my flair for arrogance and head bashing into consideration, I had best soak it up now before I turn into a fuckwit again.
XO
Nick Mauss: The desire for the possibility of new images.
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