In college, my friends and I lived in the ghetto. When I say ghetto, I mean chalk outlines on the sidewalk as I walked home, pad-lock bars on our windows, and never ending sirens screaming out warning after warning. And I was never scared. In fact, when my friends would be too scared to walk home from night class or a bar by themselves, they would call me to walk them home.
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| My own personal nightmare |
Fast forward to tonight... I got out of work kind of late and wanted to go to the gym. There were only parking spots far away from the door. As I parked my car, I prepared the old "grab everything I need quickly and in the same motion, open the door then run away while trying not to look like I'm scared and running away" maneuver. You've all done it so don't judge me.
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| Home sweet home. |
The difference between myself and most sane people is that they've done that maneuver in the dead of night in a back alley, where as I did it at 6:45 in a lighted parking lot of a Gold's Gym located on a main road. This is just another reason why I am not cut out to live in a small town! Or it could be another reason why I am slightly off my rocker...
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