Sunday, November 6, 2016

Waking up next to the old prison.

The joy is when you kick open the doors!

The best part of waking up is when you kick open the doors.

You stand up, and fart, and put on your pants. You lean on the woodwork as you put on your shoes. These days, I fold over the lower third of my bed. I take a long pull from an old jug of water. I pull the handle on the left double door, and push it forcefully open to the outside world. This gives access to an additional handle, and I shove the right door open as well. Cool fresh air rushes inside. I am amused to see where I am.

I sat for hours and read a book. I spent more money on questionable food. I returned to the expo to geek out some more, and then it was time for the burbs.

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