So lucky that I get to bike to work. Fast enough to escape the bums but slow enough to see the banana peels. I get to work more ready to face the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. And, there's always a chance I'll get hit by a bus and not die but have to stay in the hospital for a night and then rest up at home for a few weeks or months, reading back issues of the NY'er and discovering a new favorite single malt.
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