Red Bank Blues 2004
Friday, February 11, 2005
Anti-Windmill
I got close, again, then scared like I was seeing a T-Rex bearing down on me in floodlights. Cursed and fought like the dickens, as if my very life depended on it. I'm fighting anti-windmills. If anyone gets that, more power to them.
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