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i just broke my little toe. i think. i'm not quite sure. but i stubbed it. it hurts. so i'm assuming its broke. it'll make me sound cooler at least. [scene: josh brown, sits drinking a caramel apple cider made from a recipe his friend sharon barbour gave to him in the not so distant past. his toe is wounded, unknown to those who sip and sit around him] [plethora of cool people including the likes of matthew mcgongaheyheyhey, owen wilson, ben stiller, gwen stefani, and natlie portman enter stage left] plethora of cool people collectively say: "hey josh! whats going on man?! you're looking really really buff this time of the day. those 3:00 shadows from the mass of incadescent gas that we call the sun that are permeating through the window of this dope coffee house are really accenting your muscles." stefani: "i could only imagine how big your muscles looked with the high noon shadow" josh obviously embarrassed from the attention sheepishly replies: "geez . . . thanks guys. that means a lot right now." owen wilson gazes precariously out the window as if he has a deep yearning to jump through the glass and role across the sidewalk like a ninja only to spring up and resume the conversation as if nothing happened. natalie portman whose been in love with our hero, mr. brown for over 2 years, notices something is wrong with him. she asks, "whats wrong josh?", all while never making eye contact with him as she stares nervously at her feet as she shuffles them in an attempt to hide her unbridled passion for josh. josh: "well natalie, i broke my toe. my little pinky toe to be exact. my little pinky toe on my right foot to be even exactier. i wish it wasn't so. but i embrace the fate of having this injured toe." natalie storms out of the room crying, "why?! why?! why him God?! why him?! why couldn't it have been me?!" her crying "nooooooooooooooooooo!" fades into the distance as the group begins to pamper josh. ben and owen perform their "walkoff scene" from zoolander. gwen does an acoustic version of "spiderwebs". and mcgongaheyheyhey talks to josh about the nutrional value of brown m&m's and talks about marijuana in the same fashion and with the same accent that he did in Dazed and Confused. [end scene] and suddenly my toe only aches instead of hurts. or is that the same thing? ahhhhhhhhhhh . . . there it goes again!

The Same Shade Of A Horse red cowboys. half indian. half texan. half everything. a blurring of all lines as their cocentric circles wrap continually around and through each other. at times becoming wholly native and at times becoming fully immersed as locals. two worlds colliding and merging. two worlds merging and colliding. i'm a lot like a red cowboy. my feet often find themselves planted here even while my heart is in a distant place. and sometimes my heart finds itself rooted here even while my feet are progressing the elevation towards a higher destination. so whats a boy to do? a question i find myself all to often asking. to readily asking. as if in small ways i enjoy the benefits of both worlds. i wonder what red cowboys had to go through. were they persecuted? were they considered indian? were they deemed worthy to be a cowboy? who accepted them? how did they operate? was it possible for them to be a cowboy and an indian at the same time? is it possible for me in this moment to remain an indian and a cowboy simultaneously? these are questions that can't be answered in my cyclical, veiled way? these are questions that my life will answer for me as my eyes guide my feet and heart toward harmonious continuity in beautiful directions. a red cowboy. is a bow and arrow that much different than a six-shooter? a spear from a lasso? a hunt for the same buffalo, ridden on the same shade of a horse. and onward towards the sunset.

And the fog lifts. The dawn breaks. Creativity is awakening through cracks. Silence is leaving through the gaps in the soul. Spring is drawing close. And with it . . . hope.