Since I stepped foot in Washington, I've been getting mad cases of Deja Vu. In the most peculiar places or moments Deja Vu suddenly strikes me with full antagonizing force, leaving me dumbfounded wondering what the fuck just happened. I'm starting to believe there's a reason I'm in Washington. Something beyond my comprehension, A meaning I won't know until it comes on it's own terms with full force. I mean, leaving Las Vegas wasn't too hard aside from saying goodbye to the Family but once I got to Seattle, everything felt right. All the right energies have been coming around and perhaps that's why it was so easy to leave one state and go to another. There has to be something I'm here for, and these encounters with Deja Vu are clues to a puzzle I’m putting together as I live my life.
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