Wednesday, June 25, 2008
why is it that there are days you wake up and the first thought in your head is "oh shit, this isn't going to be a good one"? why do i feel like i have to consume myself in the rat race? why can't i just pick up and leave if everything around me is telling me, 'there is not much use for you here'? i am an indian selling baskets in the rich white community of lawyers and doctors.
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Those days suck, I know them well man. Those are usually the days you get stuck in the world's worst traffic jam on the way to work and then think about jerking your car into the G-D ravine. You could always move to Jackson Hole and fly fish with me.
i do appreciate your baskets. they remind me of an easier way of life, where we stopped to smell the roses and marveled at the setting sun.
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