To paraphrase Wally Brando from the new "Twin Peaks" series: "My dharma is the road. Your dharma ... is Leaving New York!"
Okay, just kidding. Still, if you like a good road story, or if you're into your dharma, read it today!
Got to https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0727QQ7FX to get your newly reduced priced copy! Now only $3.99!
You can also visit and Like the Leaving New York Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/leavingny/
Excerpt:
“You’re really high.” Eric grabbed Tommy’s shoulder again.
“What’re you doing?”
“Just come with me a sec.” They crossed the street and came to the edge of Riverside Park. Eric pointed towards the Hudson River and the twinkling lights of the mainland, quietly noble in the night air. “What do you see there?”
Exhausted, Tommy groaned, “Eric, what is this about?”
“Just tell me what you see, dude!”
“New Jersey!”
“No, dude. See, that’s your limited thinking right there. You imprison your own imagination, your view of the world. You’re just seeing what’s in front of you, not what’s beyond it. You don’t get what it means. You know what’s over there, T?”
“What?”
“Everything!”
“Oh dear God . . .”
“The future, dude. Manifest destiny! The whole . . . country. All of it's right there, just across the river. It’s like . . . we’re on the doorstep of America, right? And that river is the threshold. All you have to do is cross it and the rest of your life begins. Get off this tiny cramped island, get out of this cluster-fuck of a city, and go out into the great beyond. Just like our ancestors did. Re-blaze the trail, dude. Liberate yourself! Excelsior!”
Okay, just kidding. Still, if you like a good road story, or if you're into your dharma, read it today!
Got to https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0727QQ7FX to get your newly reduced priced copy! Now only $3.99!
You can also visit and Like the Leaving New York Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/leavingny/
Excerpt:
“You’re really high.” Eric grabbed Tommy’s shoulder again.
“What’re you doing?”
“Just come with me a sec.” They crossed the street and came to the edge of Riverside Park. Eric pointed towards the Hudson River and the twinkling lights of the mainland, quietly noble in the night air. “What do you see there?”
Exhausted, Tommy groaned, “Eric, what is this about?”
“Just tell me what you see, dude!”
“New Jersey!”
“No, dude. See, that’s your limited thinking right there. You imprison your own imagination, your view of the world. You’re just seeing what’s in front of you, not what’s beyond it. You don’t get what it means. You know what’s over there, T?”
“What?”
“Everything!”
“Oh dear God . . .”
“The future, dude. Manifest destiny! The whole . . . country. All of it's right there, just across the river. It’s like . . . we’re on the doorstep of America, right? And that river is the threshold. All you have to do is cross it and the rest of your life begins. Get off this tiny cramped island, get out of this cluster-fuck of a city, and go out into the great beyond. Just like our ancestors did. Re-blaze the trail, dude. Liberate yourself! Excelsior!”
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