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Where Was I ?

Where Was I ?

My brain constantly fires on all cylinders; I can’t keep up. The distractions are endless. Like walking through the front door and leaving a trail of keys, wallet, phone and whatever else my hands happened to be clutching. It’s like a slug trail, except...
Excuses

Excuses

Excuses are like armpits: everyone has two and they both stink. Doesn’t matter the subject or the situation. Social media, brother, what a rabbit hole. How many times a day do I check my phone? Leave it up to a former smoker to fidget, having an intense need to...