six years after once again becoming a card-carrying texan, you’re leaving again. again. it won’t be so bad, you tell yourself. it’s just geography.
and then you’re sitting in the bar, drinking texas beer and listening to texas music and looking at a silly texas painting on the wall, and you think to yourself: what the hell am i doing.
texas is a state of mind, they say.
tell that to my heart.
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