May 19, 2005
When the work whistle blew, I joined a friend and his daughter to enjoy a bit of the late afternoon at the park yesterday.
In the garden house, one of the workers there—a granola type with an excitedly relaxed vibe showed us some stamps he'd carved out with raccoon footprints. He beamed, "I get paid for this."
I should've gone into agriculture.
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