something's bound to be profound here as i am drunk it's 2:21 am and tomorrow is my last day in Tucson, perhaps forever, but we all know that's not as possible as it may sound... i;m sure there will be a cold breeze somewhere that will push me hard enough to come back to this sunshine ridiculousness. the place of such a prickly social-scape that it has had me question my belief in love, my belief in goodwill, my belief in mysticism.