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Kevin Michael Vance
Writer - Portland, Oregon
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January 22, 2012
Funny thing...
Life is really strange for me right now. There have been some positive things (namely my job), but also a great many confusing and somewhat disjointed turn of events. My mother sold the house she had with my dad for well over ten years; bitter sweet that. She is living with my sister and feeling just as confused as I am, more so.
I miss my dad. I moved out of the rat-infested tenement apartment that had served me well for three years into what I thought would be a much better, more sane situation. I was wrong. Or rather, I was mislead. My situation is even worse that it was before. Difficult for me to work when I keep getting awakened at all hours of the night by another group of inconsiderate and rude neighbors. And me, always emotional, too much thought, too much introspection. The things that serve me so well in my writing do not protect me in the real world, this forlorn twenty-first century. Moreover, they seem to hinder me, and have always done so. However, I will die as I have lived -- with passion, and hopefully more than a little sense of self, of the binding agent which holds my heart and my mind so closely together.
Thank fate for my beloved friends and family. Without them I would truly be lost.
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