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Meet me at the mission at mission at midnight, we’ll divvy up there.

Having just woke up, I’m remembering giving a friend advice last night. Specifically how fucking stupid that advice sounded. I think the quote went something along the lines of:

“Say you take a blank piece of paper. You write the letter ‘A‘ at the top, but twice as tall as normal, so it goes across two lines. But then you write the letter ‘A’ huge across the whole piece of paper. The second letter ‘A’ is still bigger. That’s how you have to look at experiences.”

Boy, what a breathtakingly insightful parable on the nature of perspective, self. My excuse is that I was about to fall asleep during said conversation, and had just polished off a pint of Sapporo.

Naw fuck it actually. I don’t need an excuse.

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