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You know, I was mortally afraid of being the guy who would quote Replacements lyrics as advice to my friends.
I never wanted to be the guy talk about my high school years as if it were Shangri La, and it predated the Pleistocene Era.
You know that guy. That guy.
I never wanted to really know what 'post ironic' meant. I got called it a couple of times, in some reviews, and it seemed like I could have been called way worse, so I let it slide. I still don't know what it means.
I'm back to working on the novel, for a couple of reasons. I'm rotating the crops. The music doesn't work, I go back to the book.
Nose on the grindstone. God bless. Good morning.
The Evil Twin Theory
Canadian moves to New York City to seek fortune as a songwriter. Hijinks and culture shock ensue.
(Note: This was my previous blog, which ran in this form (but with a different template) for the better part of five years. For my current whereabouts, go to tonyhightower.com.)

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