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Date Posted: Sun, Jan 15 2006, 9:04pm PST
Author: Travis
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The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before, oh no
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
So come on, come on


The past few weeks had been a bittersweet mixture of emotions. A well-off local businessman had stumbled across a portrait at a friend's house that Travis had done, and liked them so much that he then called him up and bought two paintings from the young artist's collection. It had been a big deal for him, maybe even a monumental moment in his career, because it wasn't often that he sold his work for the pure artistry - more often he was commissioned just to do a specific piece. It had been a boost to his confidence, but then when he had been sitting at home, on his own, celebrating the generous check, he had been struck only by feelings of loneliness. He didn't like being alone, and he didn't like not having anyone, and it was just so discouraging. So, that was how he found himself out here late on a Sunday night. He'd managed to scam a couple drinks out of his bartender friend at his usual place, but last call had come too soon, and then they had gently ushered him out into the cool but clear wintery night. That was how he found himself him walking slowly down the dimly lit streets of the 'front, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans and his head bowed. Even with the disheartened slump to his shoulders, he was a menacing figure - tall, with the sort of bulky musculature that came from lifting weights - in his black sweater, black jacket, black hair, and the type that was avoided not preyed upon...

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