Friday, January 26, 2007

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR

My Dad used to work in this building when I was a kid. I would come visit him and get wrapped up in the glamour of the city. Nicely dressed people bustling to and fro... I couldn't get enough. I promised myself I would work in a place like this some day. Now, I wait for the bus right here, in front of it, every day. Every. Damn. Day.

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