Sometimes you lose your voice...
The guide for so much of your life, your direction...that guy, that guy, despite bad marriages, painful breakups, confused kids, that guy looks across from you at enchiladadas, and he's there.
And now he's not. Now he's not. Now it's just you. Understanding why you stand there, those choices that clearly confuse all. But there you are, and there you stand. I have no answers... but I'm pretty sure at about twenty or so, he would have been standing here in the breeze, but it takes a lot to stand up to you. Lee Jackson Coffey, me, you, 2.0. Here we go...
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