It was one of those days often best forgotten. In the moment, that really isn't an option until time has its way with the memory and the distinct details get smudged and blurred like some kind of Impressionist art.
Attending a local Chamber of Commerce breakfast event and getting to rub elbows with bona fide movers and the obligatory shakers that always seem to latch onto the movers is not my idea of a good way to start the day. By and large, I was letting the words wash over me without seeping into the mind too much and just waiting for the mass exodus to the door.
Paroled.
The workday was largely spent repressing the urge to tell many people to leave me alone before escalating to a full-blown shut the fuck up outburst. It never reached either level except within the confines of my skull. Both phrases are still ricocheting around my head even though I am sitting alone ready to pull the plug on today.
Tomorrow, I am thinking that I should cut right to the chase and listen to Slayer right out of the gate.
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