At the Office

I was dressed sharp in clothes that had creases and later I would have a drink at the hotel bar like a lounge lizard should after a hard day pleasing people, strangers.
Strangers are easy to please. They want the same things. They want keys to a room, some food, a car, and smiles that are habitual. There for no reason of holiday or work.
It is work enough to get around.
I had a big lens on the camera and kept worrying about it.
I don’t like a big lens really. You need a tripod real fast and the camera is so obvious.
Then I was home and tired and disturbed.
I never did get a picture.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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