By the time I leave Bakersfield, it's almost guaranteed that everything will be in shambles. But I swear I'll make it through this even if it's the last goddamn thing I do. Because so many things have never gone so wrong at one time, yet so many of these disasters have never held so much value at one time. And for the first time in my life I have an ounce of faith (which is more than none, mind you) that this is all happening for a reason.
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