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It was a cold November morning, the kind of dry, bitter cold that gives you bloody boogers. A blast of frigid wind blew open the doors of the saloon as I stepped in, causing everyone to turn my way. The look of disbelief registered on their faces as the realization dawned on them--I was back in town. The scars of my past cast a dark gloom over my features as I turned to look at their faces, one by one. To a person, they averted their gaze, looked back down to their breakfast. That's when something inside me snapped...
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There's a level of facility that everyone needs to accomplish, and from there
it's a matter of deciding for yourself how important ultra-facility is to your
expression. ... I found, like Joseph Campbell said, if you just follow whatever
gives you a little joy or excitement or awe, then you're on the right track.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Terry Bozzio
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