The writing never stops
by James Utley
Friday, January 23, 2015
Sleepwalking through work, gazing out the window at snow flurry that fades by noon and you're tired, unmotivated and dodging people, the foreman; you hide in a heated apartment and wait as the clock nears quitting time and at 2:55, you're gone, man.
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