Good one. I know. That’s why I don’t get paid the big bucks, like I was some kind of Sports Illustrated model for having good legs. If only life was as easy for all of us. Instead I walked into a bar last night and drank an half full pitcher of beer that was sitting on a table and that was abandoned by god knows who, because I am an optimist but also because I like stepping up and taking responsibility for things people leave behind. In a lot of ways, drinking that dirty beer was fuckin’ heroic.

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