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"Somebody said let's go out and fight for liberty and so they went and got killed without ever once thinking about liberty. And what kind of liberty were they fighting for anyway? How much liberty and whose idea of liberty? Were they fighting for the liberty of eating free ice cream cones all their lives or for the liberty of robbing anybody they pleased whenever they wanted to or what? You tell a man he can't rob and you take away some of his liberty. You've got to. What the hell does liberty mean anyhow? It's just a word like house or table or any other word. Only it's a special kind of word. A guy says house and he can point to a house to rove it. But a guy says come on let's fight for liberty but he can't show you liberty. He can't prove the thing he's talking about so how the hell can he be telling you to fight for it"
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"Is that something to be proud of? That I've not grown up? I don't wanna get all Holden Caulfield about it, but I do see the passage into adulthood as a betrayal of the innocent values of childhood. Even the most savage monsters that history or red-top tabloids can parade were once just soppy tots, and before that snug lil' fetuses - and I've never met a fetus that I didn't like yet."
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Writer's Block: Bad trip.

What was your worst travel experience ever, and why?

Traveling from Antwerp to Amsterdam.

Our train tickets were actually from Leuven to Antwerp to Amsterdam - the Leuven to Antwerp part went fine because we'd spent the past few weeks living in Leuven and knew the small train station well. The station in Antwerp is huge and we had only been there once before. After about 15 minutes of frantic searching we found the train to Amsterdam. It was NICE. We found some seats and relaxed - we couldn't believe our luck, it was such a nice train, it was even air conditioned.

Naturally an elderly couple came by and told us we were sitting in their seats. We were confused at first - our tickets did not have an assigned seat number on them. So we were moved to the luggage section to wait to talk to someone. It was cramped, absolutely filled with luggage, and there were about 6 German backpackers who apparently had the same problem as us. The luggage section was NOT air conditioned and there was nowhere to sit. We waited for about an hour to speak to someone. I should note that this was during the worst Dutch heat wave in decades.

Finally we talked to someone who explained that we were on the Thalys train which is a private line and is very expensive. I think we were told we'd have to pay 90 euro for our ticket. So at this point it was looking like we would be sleeping outside in Amsterdam and to say our spirits were broken would be an extreme understatement.

It did work out though; the woman came back and told us she'd let us out in Rotterdam so we could catch the right train and she didn't charge us for the ticket.

I am choosing this experience instead of my time in Paris because I would not know where to start on how bad that was.
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Writer's Block: Forget me not

What is your earliest vivid memory? Why do you think this memory stands out so much in your mind?

The earliest thing I can remember is walking down a hospital corridor holding my Papa's hand. We were going to meet my new baby brother. I remember reaching up and I think I was wearing a yellow raincoat. I remember smiling but I am sure it probably didn't make a lot of sense at the time. I just remember a flash of that moment, not what happened before or after.
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Nice Dream

Last night I had a dream that I was driving to Essex on this beautiful summer day and the route there looked like the roads around Pemaquid Point in Maine. I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in the REAL town of Essex, except it was a moderately sized city. The only thing was there was no pollution or garbage, it was just this beautiful big old city with no modern buildings, it had tall buildings, skyscrapers maybe but they were all really old looking and beautiful.

In the middle of the city in Blankenburge in Belgium there are steps that lead up to somewhere and you can't see to where. You have to climb up the steps to see that they lead to a beach. The Essex in my dream had this, except the steps were right at the entrance, and you walk up to see the most beautiful city in the world. The city looks like it's built on a bit of a hill, sloping down from the steps and ending finally at some body of water, bigger than a river or small lake because you can't see what's at the other side of it. There is no garbage anywhere and the sky is the purest blue possible. It smells like....nothing. No burnt gasoline or factory fumes. And I can hear seagulls in the distance at the water. The sun is warm and I am wearing a dress and sandals. While I'm looking around I remember that I'm supposed to be in the other, crappy town of Essex for work, and that I can't even remember where I turned wrong to get to here. I think, oh well, I'm here now and I stay and I look at the city for a long time.

At the beginning of the city, right after you climb the steps, there is a big square. In the middle of the square there is this shallow cement tank with water in it, and in the water - omgosh, baby seals! Naturally I go to look at the seals. There are crates floating in the tank and the seals are playing on them. Whoever is working with the seals tells me that one of them has injured itself - not very seriously, but it needs to be looked after. She asks me to take the seal to the Erie wildlife reserve so they can care for it. I remember thinking, Erie wildlife reserve does seals? I thought they cared for local wildlife. But I didn't say anything. I took my sandals off and walked into the tank, the water came up my knees, and I went to the seal. All the seals were friendly and the one who was hurt let me pick him up. I held him against my chest and he was so peaceful, I was overwhelmed by the trust I felt from him. I carried him out of the tank and towards the stairs, and as I walked back down the stairs my dream ended.

I had to write about this dream as quickly as I could because I can't let myself forget it. It was so beautiful and amazing. I so rarely have such nice dreams. Now I have to go to real, crappy Essex :(
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You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
And You are the one who’ll decide where to go.