the plan was to go to my old pal
joel's house. of all the nexus writers
only one got to write about himself
for rolling stone magazine. not welch
or whalen or amy or genevieve
or czaben or scott lawrence or
dougie gyro or elzer or solomon
or even max. joel was the one.
and he ended up with famous women
and on cnn and in the schoolrooms
in los angeles. and now he lives
by the beach a few blocks
from chiat/day where
i used to want to work.

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