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    <p>One night I have this dream.  Maybe I had too much Braulio.

    <p><I>I was back home.</I>

    <p><I>Once upon a time I wished upon cursed stars that the girl would be mine and now she was.</I>

    <p><I>We are: at dinner, friends.  Someplace nice.</I>

    <p><I>She makes a patented snappy remark.</I>

    <p><I>I just plain snap, one sentence barked.</I>

    <p><I>The table grows chill.  I have fucked up and I Will Be In For It Later and we all know it.</I>

    <p><I>Man, don't we all know it.</I>

    <p>I have this theory that maybe if we're all interconnected by
    the Jungian unconsciousness, maybe that unconsciousness extends to
    our other selves, crazy copies gone off in a mad world.  Little
    quantum differences make the difference.

    <p>That day you <I>didn't</I> step on the gum and were in a better
    mood when the cutie said "hi" and so forth.

    <p>In the end you stepped in the gum and everything that brings
    you here flowed forth from that so there isn't much discussing it
    except to say that, at least as far as quantum theory goes, that
    other reality is going on Right Now.

    <p>Seems pretty flimsy to say that the energy you and your
    alternate self shared up to the moment that decided gum/no gum is
    somehow lost in the cosmic foam.  That's still you, right?  You
    don't share anything really <I>tangible</I> except...

    <p>Maybe you've got this deal where you can sort of warn and
    inspire your other instances.  At the pinnacle of your existence you've got this clear channel where that echoes long into the darkness.  Fifty-thousand you's all prick up their ears and listen to your plaintive yolp.

    <p>(If this is so, I must be doing pretty good among my true peers.  I seem to be having all the excitement)
    
    <p>Maybe this is all late-ranting bullshit.  Maybe so.

    <p>In any regard, my brain that had been retarded by a million stupid questions suddenly lets go of them all.  That alternate world, that would have <I>sucked</I>, buddy.

    <p>A few weeks later, <I>packing, angry cell phone conversations as I once again drive through the valley.</I>

    <p><I>She wants some more stupid stuff and goddamn that none of that shit really matters except to fuck with me and I'm better off not letting it.  Just stay mellow, stay ahead of it.  Don't get involved with the stupid crap -- you're trying to get rid of all that now.  Just pack up your stuff and be gone.</I>

    <p><I>Its better</I> this way.


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