Scribblings from my pen and paper journal, between 3 and 7:19 AM this morning:
I'm sitting here at a Mobile gas station and it's about 3 in the morning. Halfway home from Ludlow my car got a flat. It is now sitting on 91 South flashing every car that passes. I'm sitting dejectedly on the curb, trying not to cry or scream in frustration. No, I don'
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