Was he running to it, or away from it? Why the need for perpetual motion? An image of the one-armed lawyer from St. Croix popped into his consciousness like a firecracker, its luma disolving along with the memory of the girl. The passing green Fiat slapped him back to the present with a backhand of volume and lyrics from another time, another space, "send guns, lawyers and money, Dad get me out of this". You can lose your mind, lose your money and lose your love but don't lose your passport buddy boy. Keep movin, breathe deep and relax. Warren Zevon might even put his approval stamp on this episode. Define love, she had said.
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