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[chemicalmirage]

At work yesterday a guy on a harley pulls up and turns the bike off. He has a bag in his hand and some clothes. He sets them on the ground and proceeds to get his toll out. He missed the 219 and he wants to get gas. I tell him where to get both and all during this interaction there are cars lining up behind him. One of which hits their horn. The biker looks at me and shakes his head.He is a big guy, someone you wouldn't want to start a fight with unless you were prepared for some wounds. He says if they do it again he will shoot someone. I tell him I don't wanna see that. We say a few more things about people that are in such a hurry and he says he's going to go even slower for them. He glares behind him at the line of cars. The cars hold their ground. The biker turns the key. I tell him to stay away from people in a hurry. He nods, looks around, drives off. The next few cars look at me funny, like they want to say something about the biker but don't have the right words. The day goes on..

In other news, Patrick is working on a sweet song. Should be done soon. I am working on some beats on the MC-505..

I'm looking at grad schools. Should I stay local or not?

I'm halfway through this "of human bondage" novel..It's good. If you like classics of the 20th century, and can handle 600 pages, go for it. The protagonist is interesting, and the characterization is good.

I work until 11 tonight. Anyone have any grand plans for the evening?