I know, I am just beating that dead horse.
Over and over.
But I'm still walking my dogs in my neighborhood park every day.
Even if it means I am conducting illegal activity.
And just waiting to get my ass busted for real.
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
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Marfa is much easier to understand than these things we run into, from day to day. I resolve it mentally by just making a leap of faith. In fact that's what I'm going to do right now. Just believe good things will happen.
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