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These salespeople are so high energy. When they’re flailing around I’m just looking down. I don’t need to put on a show like that for anyone. I’ll go out there and dig my car out of the snow, which means basically dusting it off. We didn’t get much. Music rolls through my head. Friday, Friday, friday. Time ticks the last bits, not much time these days, reading Bukowski poems and marking down the pen lines at the old style school desk that came with the apartment. Friday excitement. I’m high energy only when I want to be, not typically coffee injected and sprung and sprightly like . . . He said nowadays grown men are too proud to write a sentence like, “The dog ran down the street.” They’re incapable. Pride can ruin. Ego. Ego is in everything.