I realize as I sit in this open airport restaurant after arriving home from my holiday trips, that my friend Jake might appreciate this moment. We would often, summer and winter months alike, make our way down to a Minnesota tavern, to share thoughts on life, love, wisdom and the lacking of all three. I arrived at the San Antonio airport and decided not to leave. In the seat closest to the large floor-to-ceiling windows, I have been here for quite a while: writing and being forgotten in this space. Here, I am no one more than another young kid trying to slink away. In this anonymous space I blend in well. Recently, I heard a line that has been spinning around in my head nonstop. Percolating slow, and running itself through and through my brain,
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