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If times are truly desperate, you can always go jerk in the Port-A-Potty.

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I also wanted the longitude and latitude of the spot where my son died to look up on Google Earth. I wanted to see the spot that absorbed my son’s lifeblood.

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No Haji, foxy lady ever gave us the “I want to fuck you eyes.” Most of them were quite the opposite, covered up head to toe in veils.

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Once I had a beard, and longer hair. I wore whatever I wanted. My actions were derived from conscious choices. Spare time was abundant and used to nourish my mind, my body, and my soul. I moved often, sometimes on a whim, but mainly to find a better job. No one told me where to go. No one held my hand. There was no plan. There was no paperwork. There was just me: my mind, my dreams, my life, and my choices. I loved it.