uncle alvin, "maddog", was a pipe-fitter and a sailor, and aunt siss had uncle alvin in her pocket. from the first time she met him, she was smitten. it took a little convincing for him, but soon, she says, he was equally taken. then they spent their lives together. they moved from town to town, state to state, finding work and renting apartments, but calling each other home. they shared secrets instead of keeping them. they shared meals and dreams, worries and beds. they have a million stories to tell you about their adventures and each other... every one is beautiful.
hearing some evidence that the 'real thing' can survive outside of fiction was invaluable.
as for the rest of austin, i dug it. it was refreshingly colorful and unconventional; though the weirdness factor didn't hit me as hard as i expected... but i've always been a weirdo, and now with years of atlanta's crevices underfoot, i'm likely a difficult audience for that sort of thing. the people were friendly, anyway- and there were lots of tacos, guitars and thrift stores, so i could certainly survive there.
chad bankston, one of my favorite old friends whom i haven't seen in years, kidnapped me for one night and we played wii (he played, i struggled) and watched "drag me to hell" and generally refused to surrender to sleep until 5 a.m. or so.
i like how time looks like such a fool in the right company.
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