All the folks I’ve loved before.

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If you were any of these people, I wanted to reach out.

Professor Pervert, who made an official looking gold “I’M COOL” name tag for me after she saw how bad the one I made was.

Josh, the pilot who took me on a scenic ride over the playa my first day there. Thanks for focusing on the knobs and buttons. I think that being up in the air a considerable distance being flown by a stranger in an suv with wings kind of bonds us in a strange way.

The two exhilerated ladies who I guided to their scenic risque photo flying shoot. THANKS FOR THAT TIGHT TRIPLE DECKER SANDWICH HUG AFTERWARDS. I think I really liked that.

MEATBALL, the airport office clerk who scheduled my airport volunteer shift after verifying that I was well out of her dating range. Thanks for the heart attack. You have earned your name well.

The two girls who look like the Kardashian sisters before they started their hit show. I took a bunch of pictures of you with your iPhones and tickled you with my comedic impression of a professional photographer on coke directing you in a highly intense magazine photo shoot. I hope you got to go on your balloon ride. ALSO, You pass me on bikes later, tell me to come to the playground camp, and ride away past me. … NOW? When it’s empty in the day? When it’s a full on stadium show at night?? I’m going to invite you both to Honduras. I’ll never step foot in Honduras.

Natalie and Alisa, the two beautiful Eukranian women who intersected with me as our intense path toward stylishly shooting art converged. Thanks for yanking me through the crowd and onto the ThunderDome structure. It was definitely worth it.

How Wha(??), the woman I chatted with while riding on bicycles for ’60 seconds’ over to the canopy. We had tea together in a tight area of seated people. You asked a few probing questions about me and excused yourself for a nap after confusing me with your native american sounding name, ‘How-Waa’? It was the only official ‘date’ of my burn this year and I greatly enjoyed your beautiful mystery.

If I left you out, (Brenda/Debra the PEERS NY girl, BlackMagic camera girl who gives you a food errand and never returns from filming the sunset, or jump on an art car and meet a guy then go disappearing forever into the crowded night girl), I apologize but I had to keep to a short list and the story short and sweet for all the other folks looking for love. I’m pretty sure I’ll forget a few people among many other things but what a Burn!

Jimmy.

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