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Where'd that fire go?

I just had it. It was right here. This burning blaze that drove me to hustle from waking to wayy past my sleeping time.

Sleep was unimportant. Work was a blast.

What did it?

Two Kinds of Businesses

On Tynan

A few weeks prior I was at an airport, desperate for something to eat. I got a poor quality sandwich at an above average price. I paid, and it served its purpose: to make me stop feeling starving.

When I visited Haiti I was staying with a couch surfer. My bus arrived just as dark was rolling in. I had my host's phone number, but I didn't have a usable phone. I was the only tourist on the bus (meaning the only white person), and I hadn't heard anyone else speak English. A cabbie spoke in broken English to get me to ride in his cab.

"Can I use your phone?"

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