July 29, 2010
I get out. I’m not a big fan of naivete. I may be an idealist to a fault, but I’m also realistic… most of the time. Once in a while however, I hear something, read something, see something and I think even if just for a moment ignorance maybe, on this one [...]
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October 28, 2009
His jeans were starched and the most vivid shade of indigo I’d ever seen. His hair as white as the driven snow. His hands shook ever so slightly as he fumbled with his wallet.
I don’t get emotionally attached to many people. When I do, it’s intense.
On the matte, black conveyor belt that stood [...]
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