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Near 1:30 in the morning, a few beers in, raining in Boston and all is, if not right with the world, still and waiting and not such an awful place.

Well, this should be interesting. Gotta ride a horse for this next short film. I haven't been on a horse in ten years. This might not end well.

So let's play at blogging. Shall we?

It's 2:30 in the morning Eastern Standard Tribe, and I'm bouncing overblown phrases back and forth with my favorite New Zealander as she opens a bottle of Rose' a day and 8,000 miles away, trading thoughts on the latest Kings of Leon album while she quizzes me on why the hell I'm still up in my part of...
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