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A satirical obituary.
A beloved relative died Friday at home doing what he loved: meth. Meth was a great friend, always there for him in his time of need: When he was down, meth picked him up and got him going. When he couldn’t decide on a project, meth picked a new one for him. When he had…
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The cost of free.
I was the president of a business that was incredibly fortunate to receive both rounds of PPP funding in 2020 and 2021 respectively. We were in a serious bind at those times as our work is seasonal and already prone to issues of inconsistency. The total of the two loans was north of 180,000.00, in…
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Any case.
Meeting with a lawyer about medical malpractice/wrongful death was a reminder of how the world actually works. When you walk in the room, you have to do your best to leave every feeling you have for the person who was hurt or lost at the door. Your representation wants the objective information about the situation…
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Occupation.
The sheer amount of free time I have allows me the opportunity to ponder the world and my place in it. I watch people go by all day, some of them, presumably to their occupation of choice. It makes me wonder how much choice there really is in the matter. There is only so much…
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Nothing brings them back.
After 6+ months of back and forth with a lawyer, we are finally sitting down discussing our course of action about our case against a hospital. No matter the outcome, we still lost someone, but it is an opportunity for them to own some of their mistake. I’m not 100% sure anything will come of…
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Sweet(s).
The baking bug bit me last night and today I’m gonna spend some time seeing what it might take to be what’s referred to as a “Home Based Vendor”. A law came into effect at the beginning of July that allows people like me to sell baked goods from home. I can even deliver now!…
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Just to be done.
There are still a few remnants of the old business left that I need to sell and can’t find anyone to buy them. I feel as though I will have to basically give the things away at this point. If I had the option, I would. The things left are all there is of value…
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A man, a river.
There is an image I can’t escape. Of a man in the water.All around him, a river, teeming with life.He stands, frozen in his own time, viewing the spectacle unfolding in every direction.Nothing about the water’s current feels like home.All of this life around him is foreign, alien even.Despite this, the water is apathetic; completely…
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No compromise.
There will be no compromise for me in my goal to live the life I want. Every time I even begin to consider settling for less, the pit in my stomach opens up and swallows the notion. Something inside of me rejects any reality in which I settle. I have to acknowledge that this is…
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Staring at a blinking cursor.
Upon this occasion I sit to write and notice myself spacing out and staring at the blinking cursor. What did writers of old stare at when they were using a typewriter? I can remember taking a typing course in high school and using typewriters. It provided a satisfying clacking while working. It makes me wonder…