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Photo taken on the Tilikum Crossing — Portland, Oregon

August 14, 2019 — 7:00 PM (PDT)

I’m a writer seeking help.

I’m not embarrassed about this. But since I’m going about it different, let me clarify what I’m doing.

The bright bulb you’ll see in the sky tomorrow night will be at its brightest around midnight. Referring to the moon, I’ll be running under it as most of you are sleep.

Hooray if you’re doing weird shit like me.

My father was born under what they named the Sturgeon Moon. It’s the same moon I was born under, but different month.

The running I do is part of my excruciating meditations on the go. If you’ve read my story of funding Budd on the run, you’re getting the live show of how different I write.

I never believed in the zodiac signs, but there’s something about the gravitational pulls of full blown planets in site. Like a high tide, or low tide, something’s afoot. Ever heard of Saturn’s return? Google it.

I could be making this shit up.

I’m running under this full moon to show you all what you’re funding, who you’re funding, and the poetic story of words I’ll meditate out of exhaustion during the run.

My route for now is undisclosed.

The link below is a sample of the poem I wrote in my head back in March under the Full Worm Moon. This was after my last panic attack, and losing book one’s manuscript.

If you’re looking up to the moon tomorrow night, think of a bridge. And how one man’s run might’ve connected you to the missed appreciation of how bright it often is.

Whether I’m running out of funds.

Six figured in Chase I did it for fun.

Running for the arts?

Going for broke ain’t smart.

But crossing the people like a bridge.

I’m a writer seeking help.

It is what it is.

A writer writing a bridge.

Would you allow that bridge to melt?

Enjoy,

-Budd

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