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The intersecting circles we stroll through in this life…

I casually mentioned to a co-worker 
that I am often up past midnight during 
the work week. 

Astonished, 
he asked, 
“Doing what exactly? 
Watching TV?” 

Tom Waits gravels… 
“What the Hell is he 
building in there?” 

He wouldn’t believe me 
if I told him.