Moon went off to catch her flight on Continental and I waited at Gate 12 at the end of the line...exhausted and with the blare of "SECURITY ALERT ORANGE.." blah blah Blah every effing 8 minutes like something right out of The Prisoner. I felt like No. 6 trying to escape, only some part of me was trying to escape myself, or the stuff that had been dogging me in San Anselmo. New York would clear my head.
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