Day 25
Again with the sort-of-late start. Almost nine in the morning before I left the house. Ah well. Over the weekend I decided fuck it—I'm gonna knock this shit out by Tuesday at the latest. But of course three hours out it started raining like hell. And so I came home. I saw this young kid, maybe ten or eleven, throwing rocks at his teenage brother. Not sure if they were playing or not. I heard him say “you want a war?” I had my ipod on, so I'm not sure, but he might have called me cracker.
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