The guy with the straw cowboy hat leaned over as he sat on the siamese fire department connection. He has sat there for years, more than he can remember through his self induced alcoholic haze. They've rebuilt the sidewalk three times around him since 1978, each time removing the stains and mess that had accumulated there. He had a job, a house, a family once, now all he is left with is his bottle and that nagging pain, the pain that says he won't see the sidewalk built around him again.
His name is Paul and I can see him outside the office window right now.
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Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously
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Where do you get this stuff? :)
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