Existential musings: hindsight

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Saturday, October 4, 2008

hindsight

I was poor, with no real direction in life. My first apartment was a rat trap, the wallpaper was peeling off the walls. I was working at a fast food joint, barely making enough money to survive. Twenty years later, I've got a good job, no real money problems to speak of, and life is pretty easy.... Sign in to see full entry.

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