the one with very little substance
so…the last Friday of 2006. Wow.
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“Can I count it off? 1…2…3…4!” — James Brown
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There is an escalator in North Station that throws off my morning rhythym everyday.
It has a longer-than-normal top and bottom: it’s like a moving sidwalk that let itself go in the middle.
It actually feels like an amusement park ride, like a log flume or rollercoaster. There’s this long, dramatic pause in the beginning, and then the ultimate release (well, not THE ultimate release…I mean, we’re talking about a public place here people!), followed up with a prolonged rest before you can get to the end.
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“If you leave me, I’ll go crazy!” — James Brown
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If it wasn’t 7:40 am I’d raise a glass to the upcoming three-day weekend.
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“I don’t know, but whats ever I play it’s gots to be funky!” — James Brown
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Is it wrong to walk up to people who are reading a novel while walking down a sidewalk and just smack the book out of their hands?
If it is, I’m sorry.
Nobody informed me.
My bad.
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“Please, please, please, please!” — James Brown
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It’s not that I have a problem with raising a glass this early in the morning, it’s just that I’m at work and I’m lacking in the necessary adult beverages.
Plus, I’m sure my client would frown upon drinking on the job.
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“I got the feelin’! Baby, baby. I got the feelin’! Good god!” — James Brown: The hardest working man in show business.
Thank you.