January 2011
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Ever Envision Your Own Death?
Leaving my place of employment (night shift at the gas station), I saw a bicycle sitting tucked away close to the back of the building. Now the first thing that popped into my head was that someone inside probably left it behind so they could get in and put without anybody bothering it. The second thing that popped into my head was that there was that crazy burnt out homeless guy who used to hang...
