9.27 Late Nights

Walking home from an event last week, I really wanted a shawarma sandwich. Like, would have died for one at that point. The problem was that the trajectory I was taking home had no shawarma place along the route. A magic coincidence occurred. I hit Queen and Bathurst and a shawarma place appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. It had a makeshift sign out front and inside was still half renovated.

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9.26 Kiwi

Damn, have I been dragging my feet on this. So, I’ve been working on a second book for what seems like forever. The problem has been that it’s much more deeply personal than I originally thought or intended. It’s a novel, actually a manuscript I wrote a while ago. I resurrected it about six months ago, re-read what I always regarded as not so great. However, as I read, I realized that with some re-writing, it could really be something unique and special. The story is sound, the characters fresh. My opinion of the manuscript changed and I found a new energy inside those words.

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9.25 The Invisible Man

People can tell.

On my way to an appointment, I stepped off the subway and made my way through some tunnels to above ground. An older gentleman stopped me halfway up the stairs and asked if I had some extra change for access to public transportation. I handed him whatever remaining change was in my pocket and we chatted for a few minutes.

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9.24 The Silverfox

Most mornings in the summer, I get up early and bring my coffee outside on the balcony. I was never really a morning person, but as I get older, I find myself rising at odd hours. My balcony, at least in the summer, helps to ease myself into the day. Coffee doesn't hurt either.

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