how does it feel?
I had a dream that I met Bob Dylan at a Bob Dylan concert. Except it was old Bob Dylan singing on stage and 25-year-old Bob Dylan that sat next to me at the concert. Before the concert me and young Bob ate this piece of cake that had a shot of tequila in it and got a little drunk. I told him his music made me want to be a musician, but I felt crappy because I was a violinist and not a singer like him that could make powerful statements with my words. He told me that was ridiculous and it was the exact same thing, just the stupid people wouldn't pick up on some of mine becuase they had to think harder.
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I finished Bob Dylan's Chronicles (Part 1) the other day. I thought of you. My host dad gave me his second (?) copy of Let It Be (the record record record) the other day. I thought of you. I miss your musk. I think of you. LOVE LOVE LOVE.
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