Sometimes when I think about the rickshaw, I cry. Sometimes I smile. I still remember the song I wrote after that first cleaning party:
Here, I sit. Alone with only me.
and I swear to God, I will remember this moment for eternity.
Bleach, garbage bags, and sponges.
Thank God, I’ve got friends by the bunches.
I think about how fucking awesome it was to
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