I’ve got the knack. We moved nine times by
my senior year in high school. I’ve moved
thirty-four times since then. I’ve left all my stuff
in other parts of the country, and started over,
at least three times; and once had it all burned
to the ground. I’ve lived in tents and cars and
shacks and condos. Houses, cabins, A-frames,
buses, lofts, and under the stairs. Attics,
basements, back rooms, closets, apartments,
jails, and frat houses. And everywhere,
dragging all this stuff.
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