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Same To You
When you start floating up from the bottom of a murky lake, nearly out of breath but not quite, it is because Failure losens its grip, allowing you to rise one time for a full gasp, which is enough to make you heady with aspiration.
I remember the words of a urine soaked bum not first hand but as told to me by M who between dropping out of University Texas and graduating University Oregon took a year in Harlem, shacking with John in a student housing walkup, where he attended Columbia Law and she was admitted (out of order for godssake) into a graduate creative writing program. She completed her year and he dropped out after one and they headed off to Springfield, Oregon together and then broke up, he heading south and her staying in Oregon and taking freshman english again because U. Oregon didn't accept some of her credits from Texas and seemingly was not impressed by her graduate work in NY.
Before that happened John's family came to NY in March or April to visit John and M and while they were all marveling at some site or just loitering perhaps outside a library or museum a homeless man with a disabled bladder reeking of the full spectrum of bodily function entered the consciousness of M's group with his unique sincerity by saying--"Happy Easter Little Family."