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Even the road to Las Vegas is filled with beauty. In love with the skies, too

Do not hesitate to order your copy of Zooey Magazine, Issue #21 to read my story! It was inspired by Zooey Magazine's piece entitled "Letters To My Younger Self." In my case, it is a letter to my almos t 30 year-old self, written while still living in Brooklyn Heights on the brink of so very much ... ORDER ZOOEY ISSUE 21  HERE! Blossom - ISSUE 21 (PRINT)  20.00 Here's how Zooey is describing this edition -- Issue 21 is our Fall edition, and its theme is: blossom. Metaphorically, it’s about the individual blooming in a time where all surrounding things begin to wither away. Literally, florals are all over our issue.  We explore a creative lifestyle around flowers in this issue, a contrast to fall concepts because we have a disdain for the conventional.  Features cover girls Lauren Paul and Molly Thompson of the Kind Campaign, photographed by Brandon Kidd Includes Zooey's "4th Annual Television Guide" (ft. 18 different actors), poems by ...

Current ear candy I just cannot get enough of. The low-tech KCRW video sort-of makes up for giving up my ticket to the Beck concert last weekend. Inside Out Spoon Time's gone inside out Time gets distorted with This intense gravity I don't got time for holy rollers But then they wash my feet And I won't be their soldier There's intense gravity Yeah, there's intense gravity I'm just your satellite I'm just your satellite Ooh, and I know that time's gone inside out And now it's only like we told you Hm, oh then they wash my feet They do not make me complete Break out a character for me Time keeps on going when We got nothing else to give We got nothing else to give Ooh, 'cause our time's gone inside out I don't make time for holy rollers Hm, there's only you I need They do not make me complete

To be able to remain this in love to the very end seems -- in this day and age -- almost impossible to accomplish.  However, here is seemingly proof that true love can occasionally survive impossible distances and insurmountable obstacles.

Where I first fell in love with movies. The Latchis Movie Theater, on lower Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt.  With it's echoey, magical astrological stars on the rain stained ceiling...and it's roman fantasy side balconies... To the now gone, Paramount Movie Theater, on upper Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt.   Right next to the Woolworths store, which smelled like popcorn and bubble gum and had little green box turtles in the very back.  And it was right across the street from Dunkin' Donuts, on the corner next the the Brooks House, where I got my hair cut on the very tip, top of the building in the gondola room. The Paramount had 75 cent double features on Saturday afternoons.  Two movies and a pop corn for less than a dollar. I remember never being more scared than I was watching The Something of Dracula.  When Dracula drank blood his eyes got bigger and bigger till they exploded.  I was traumatized for life. But, the pop corn...Oh...

Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Robin Williams -- how many more talented, sensitive, articulate, brilliant people must we lose to the isolation of pain, depression and addiction?  It's all because the pain became too hard to cope with.  It's all about getting rid of the unbearable pain of despair.  And we lose all humanity if we presume to judge this condition. Pain steals all judgement, logic, strength and contorts them all into something small, slippery, and utterly impossible to manage on our own after a certain point.  And often, it's our most sensitive people who dare walk out to the edge of these places.  We need to call them back to us when they do.   It takes a village to save our friends from this place.  It only takes one moment to turn someone around, at least for that day.  They may continue to need turning around, but every day is a gift and worth fighting for. Clarity lies in knowing when a tolerable pain, which life is naturally filled...