Wednesday, August 8, 2018

hack of a writer

It's a bustling office with foot traffic like an afternoon school pick up. And if there is anyone who's going to help you get through this, it's the people in this room and the guy in a tent on a mountain tonight. I wait in the hopes I don't get in their way asking for as little as I can when they get a break.

Man, I feel needy to want to help them.


Today I am grateful for people.

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