Thursday, March 5, 2009

DTs and Coffee Help to Start the Day

I've always been fond of that little bond bred between those forced into a place or job; imagine a wind-challenged cigarette shared on a sidewalk. Though it's sad to feel trapped, commiseration is a tiny relief; the frieze above the day's door
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things. said...

for a (brief) time, some of my closest friendships were forged in such an setting. the friendships have not lasted; the addiction has.

March 15, 2009 at 1:58 PM

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