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Mark and Brian(2) . . . I met Mark shortly after he broke his neck and was transfered to Sunnyview Rehabilitation Hospital . . . I was an inpatient as well . . . Brian and Mark were friends growing up . . . how imaginary the representation of this image . . . I saw it with my own eyes! Mark can stand as well as I can fly though ripping this tiny piece of the visual from temporality shatters the laws of physics . . . creating: chaos . . .
I met Joyce at Schenectady County Community College when we were working on our Associate Degrees . . . I say that I introduced Mark and Joyce though I was a catalyst, an interconnection within the complex web of possibility . . . I was just there: a cog within the random infrastructure of temporality . . . February 1992 . . . Joyce and I: the infamous night at a bar in Saratoga . . . this night was the drunkest since '85 . . . I don't miss drinking, especially the following day . . . I puked . . . alcohol just has a way of getting me in trouble . . . enough said . . .
Paul . . .
Having fun with Ted and Natalie, Gordon's friends . . . do I look like a quadriplegic?