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I need to find porpoise in my life

You know what I mean.  I’ve lived my life rudderless for so long; it feels weird to think of defining my life outside or beyond recovery.  But, I need to.

Seriously, I’ll pray on it this 1st day.   Somehow, it DOES help.

“But, what I really want to do is direct."

I keep getting pulled toward film as a story-telling medium to explore.   Although unknown to me, this story-telling gambit is not without its own, distinctive allure.

Chief among them, its collaborative nature.

I’m still, always, so fucking lonely.

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