So I'm walking out of the training area of Sears past the bathrooms and this crusty old white lady walks up to be and says "Hey, Boy! Do you work here
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Anyone else think that the Watchtower from last Sunday could make some people think the 'end' is coming in 2034? It's creepy, but I bet some crazy people will be waitin' for it.
I KNOW they SHOULDN'T think that, but we all know how that works.
Well, here I am, stuck in Frostburg and again trying desparatly to grasp at a world which I cannot touch. I wonder, how is my sister in Clawson doing? Does that girl still like me? Why do I even care? Can a man become more dangerous than his mediocre circumstances will permit? Why do I always wear this wool cap?