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o one would ever describe our
time in the Midwest as insane, or as decadent.
That was the beginning, that first road trip, when we were still truly
and completely unknown, aside from the hypertext. Weeks later, we would
remember that time as one of innocence, as one of hunger. There was fire
in our bellies and we were looking for readers. Our budget was shoestring,
and our ride was not luxurious. We had to rely
on friends, old teachers, people we knew tangentially,
for food and places to crash. But we made every
appearance, in those early days, just as scheduled, by hook and crook,
fixing breakdowns with duct-tape, fixing bored miles of corn
with word games and laughter.
We didnt know how we would make it from one day to the next. A bowl
of ramen and a six-pack of Bud was a kingly feast back then. We had
to be creative with our time, not knowing what would come, relying
on words for our sustenance. How I long for
those days of disorder,
of hunger, of facing down the unknown!
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Days of Innocence
Read 9/5/98
at Mikes House
1:20
151K RealAudio Clip
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