Friday, July 23, 2010

One Hundred Seventy-Six


I remember this being a good day until I got a job. Don't get me wrong, I needed the money, and I had to get on a plane sometime, but this came out of a clear blue sky. I cried, and I searched for help, I had to go, but I was terrified, and luckily no help came--my girl was kind, as always when I'm with her, but she couldn't hold my hand when I went, so it was just me. I knew I had to suck it up and get onboard. I did.

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