"Otra vez con las verduritas, Jackie??" Yes, this is a typical "Jackie" meal.
My mother at 16. There might be a slight resemblence between the two of us.
Other letters and postcards that I've received from people. Why don't we write letters anymore to each other? Written correspendence is so poetic.
If any of you have ever been in any one of my rooms (in Barcelona, Los Angeles, Champaign, Mahomet, etc.), you know that my shit naturally collects in piles one my desk, just like this one. Fake Ray Bans & beaded necklace from Morocco, Hungarian coins, an American dime, rings, Sephora lip gloss that I got for free, strands of my hair (I shed way too much).
The bane of my existence. I mean who doesn't get off in their sleep when they have the chance to read literary criticisms about 17th century customs?! That would explain my messy hair...
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I remember taking that picture of your Mom in 1971 with my new Minolta 35mm camera. She was a good photo subject. So were your Uncle Mars and Willie the Poodle. You're also right about the resemblance. Sometimes I wonder if you didn't just spring directly from your Mom's head just like Athena sprung from Zeus's head.
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