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I think I was born in the wrong era. I think I should’ve been born right after the depression, when families were brought closer and

I think I should’ve been born right after the depression, when families were brought closer and every neighbor was nice to one another. The other day at Taco Bell (while they were doing their $2 dollar meal deal) a friend and I were sitting down and an older fellow came up and offered me his bag of Doritos. Just said he didn’t want them, the taco was enough. The bag was unopened, but for a split second, the both of us were so weirded out by this gesture! He was just an older fellow, maybe the sodium was too high. Who knows? Either way, after I thought about it, why did I even second guess an UNOPENED bag of doritos from an old man who’s just trying to help us out and not waste the food?! Also, where are all the people that do these gestures daily? When people weren’t selfish and helping your neighbor was not a thing of the past. Why did these times fail? Because of a few dishonest people?

Well, I wish I could go back in time. Or at least find a small city that’s full of nice people.

Anyways, sorry I haven’t posted much lately, I’ve been busy and things have been kind of hectic, plus! I have friends now(;

Work is going great, car is running great, friends are amazing. Maybe I’ll have more time to post a more in-depth blog.

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NOTHING IS SAFE FOR WORK OR ANYWHERE. NOTHING IS SAFE ANYMORE.

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“Listen. It’s morning. Soon I’ll see your hand reach for my watch, the water will agitate in the kettle, but listen. Traffic. I want

 “Listen. It’s morning. Soon I’ll see your hand reach
for my watch, the water will agitate in the kettle,
but listen. Traffic. I want your dreams first. And
to slide my leg beneath yours before the day opens.
Wait. We slept late. You’ll be moody, the phone
will ring, someone wanting something. Let me put
my hands in your hair. Who I was last night I would
be again. This is how the future holds me, how depression
wakes with us; my body shelters it. Let me
put my head on your breast. I know nothing lasts.
I would try to hold you back, not out of meanness
but fear. Oh my practical, my worldly-wise. You
know how the body falters, falls in on itself. Tell me
that we will never want from each other what we
cannot have. Lie. It’s morning.”

Morning Poem, Robin Becker
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