Traveling Raconteur

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On a Bus from Here to There

now1M: You do this everyday?

Little Boy: Yes, I sell chips to people on buses everyday, morning to night.

M: Do you wish to go to school?

Little Boy: I did when I was younger. But now I don’t know.

M: What don’t you know?

Little Boy: I don’t know if I want to go to school.

M: Why is that?

Little Boy: I sometimes see them sad.

M: Who?

Little Boy: Those who seem to have gone to school, the well-dressed ones with id cards and workbags. I see them in tears in sometimes. It makes me sad. I don’t know if I want to go to school, grow up to be an id card man to look sad on a bus and a chips-selling little boy takes pity on me.

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This entry was posted on January 23, 2013 by in Everyday Stories.

Fighting An Additction

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Addiction is a curse one allows upon one's self until it ceases to seek permission. I do not like the idea of a mind controlled by substance. If I can refrain for 30 days, I'd be very impressed with myself.

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