As I approach my seventh decade of life, I find myself, once again a general laborer. Though no longer in my teens or twenties, it is in very good company that I find myself.
Bukowski, Basquiat and Vivian Maier.
They are each right here with me, sweating out a days work on cheap whiskey, strong coffee and long nights enjoined by memories of our ignorant youths. Oh, how we love our art and how we laugh at ourselves.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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