The weekend after the Boston Poetry Marathon was the weekend of the Oddball Festival. Not my best laid plans.
The Saturday before the festival, I was so out of it, I ended up putting diesel fuel in my girlfriend's car.
I had to go to the festival, then home, then back to my Mom's to pick up my car.
I enjoyed the festival, enjoyed everyone there. The Garage Poets, Ryk McIntyre, Tim Gager, so many other.
On some days, I would trade those good times for my lost sanity and last frayed nerve.
I'll do it again, but I'm definitely taking a Friday off.
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