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Florescent lights pierce my eyelids at five o'clock. I open them and I squint. I have to remember to turn my head when I wake up. Shuttle leaves at 6 o'clock. I do not have time to wake. I lumber to my locker. Carefully turning the dial. Careful no one sees the code. I dress myself lazily. The coffee here is weak. If not, then it is day old. Beggers can't be choosers. I ready my beach cruiser. Waiting in line while my breath forms a bellow of hot human vapor.  They pull up. I place my bike on the rack. I get onto the shuttle. Fifteen minutes later I arrive at my shuttle stop. A five mile ride to work while the sun bleeds over the horizon and shines on me. There was a peace I felt as I vibed to music on my way to work.  I felt free then. Then, arriving at work, I worked until the ride back there. As the sun set I waited. Shuttle pulls up and I place my bike on the rack.  Back to the place I wake up squinting. I can't wait for my bike ride....
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
Orange County Cruising, and No Rent To Pay.
Florescent lights pierce my eyelids at five o'clock. I open them and I squint. I have to remember to turn my head when I wake up. Shuttle leaves at 6 o'clock. I do not have time to wake. I lumber to my locker. Carefully turning the dial. Careful no one sees the code. I dress myself lazily. The coffee here is weak. If not, then it is day old. Beggers can't be choosers. I ready my beach cruiser. Waiting in line while my breath forms a bellow of hot human vapor.  They pull up. I place my bike on the rack. I get onto the shuttle. Fifteen minutes later I arrive at my shuttle stop. A five mile ride to work while the sun bleeds over the horizon and shines on me. There was a peace I felt as I vibed to music on my way to work.  I felt free then. Then, arriving at work, I worked until the ride back there. As the sun set I waited. Shuttle pulls up and I place my bike on the rack.  Back to the place I wake up squinting. I can't wait for my bike ride....
OC, I, dont know, I dont care, **** it. Here you go.
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
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