Nitya brought it up. "So. Incarnate. On a

Nitya brought it up. "So. Incarnate. On a starship. Checking manifests of physical cargo. I hope the residents of this 'quadrant' or frequency or whatever ..." What could I say. It
made no sense to me but if that was what she wanted to write about ,what right had I to rain on her parade?So...I was all:"Sure,sure,Nitya!Starship.Cool!"Once she realized I wanted
to revamp our entire 3rd set with Jefferson Starship parade songs, she may have had trouble transposing. But actually, the trombone solo in"White Rabbit" sounded pretty good. Nitya
blew the spit clear from the french horn valve. Leonardo the conductor was going to lead the marching band playing Jefferson Starship parade songs dead smack through the heart of
darkness itself, the jungles of the Congo basin. Leonardo thought that the merry tunes of the marching band might cheer up the warring factions in the worst civil war in recent
hallucination. But then the hallucinations started to hallucinate. And the hallucinations started to war. And the wars started to hallucinate. And Leonardo, for the first time,
went on a date. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but decided that at 42 he needed to go ahead with it- however clumsy he was. The girl ended up in traction and 42 stitches, but
She said she'd had a pleasant evening and that she in no way blamed him - its not like he removed the manhole cover himself. Still, he couldn't help but think that there might have
something he could have done to save her, had he not been so drunk. It was a relentless cycle, drinking to forget, then creating memories while drunk that drove him to drink more.
Drink, drank and drunk again. Everything is fucked. More difficult each time. I forgot what i was trying to forget. So, I guess it's a win.

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