Funny how time changes things. Take the guy who stands underneth my building yelling to the world, cars (who honk at him) and people, “happy Monday!” He’s done this every Monday for the past 12. At first, I was inspired and thought was a wonderful, kind man. Then, lets say, 3 Monday’s ago at 6 am, I was looking around my room for what small things I could fling at him. I started imaging various scenarios that gave me small pleasure like inviting him to inspire other neighborhood corners, or having him escorted a way to a shinny building where other people who chant the same mantra live. And so, with that said, Happy Monday!
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