November 19th, 2012
emilygould
Randy and Jeremy weren’t there when we got to their house, but they’d left it open with a note telling Ellen and me to make ourselves at home. To her, that seemed to mean preparing herself a vodka tonic, lighting up a joint, and stretching out on a lawn chair in the backyard. To me, it meant tapping into their wireless connection on my laptop and getting some information.

Emily Books: Back To The Garden 

an excerpt from I’m Trying To Reach You about various things including: the wonderful cheesy weirdness of the Woodstock area and the inexplicable pull of YouTube comment threads. 

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    little bit obsessed...Sunday (achievement! will never happen again!),
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