THIS IS SOME ILLICIT CRAP
Well, that's the end result of an education
in pieces, something stupid flying through
the sky. Tom Hanks says flying in private
planes is like crack cocaine. My problem
is not understanding.
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There was a time when I walked to the
office every day - or, the workplace,
anyway. It wasn't mine, just where I
spent my time. You sure learn who
your friends are.
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The train of railroad cars ran up and
down the same old tracks - all those
New Brunswick jerks, I always hated
that. The foods and smells they'd bring
with them, rolling like fat down to a
kitchen-service job in some Princeton
hole. And then too, the noise they carried.
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The never-shut-up family, it seemed
had married into the long line of constant
babbles. They had two kids, that I ever
knew : Noise, and Chatter. Enough to
burn me up, those two.
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