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One day in 2000 and something or other I was walking to work, call center. Total shit

Waiting at a bus stop to work, then smoking a cigarette to work, quickly pinching the cherry off of a cigarette, stinking my pocket

Jostling against the cool window of a bus to work, walking to work, walking by a courthouse.

Walking around the building to hide my pocketknife

Walking though the metal sniffer again

I was an honourable friend, leafing loudly through papers, daydreaming about surely anything other than this

I was a teenager telling my side of the story, then the judge asked to clear the courtroom and I don't know what I said after that

I was worrying someone might find my pocketknife, walking to work, late, work.

Total shit

Walking home

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