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When I started this blog a few years ago I thought it would be easy to create ideas and stories that everyone would want to read. The exposition was delightful with the man in the wheelchair having me put a cigarette in his mouth and the rising action was somewhat entertaining with various stories about nothing going on. I feel the climax of the blog came when I witnessed a prostitute writing down a guys credit card number on the box of feminine douche on a metro train. You know you can't compete with that and so my entries became less frequent and my posts only created boredom and disgust to me. The falling action continued the same way and now that we close in on the denouement of the blog. I love writing things but I hate to disappoint with barely anything clever enough to draw a chuckle I feel drained and disappointed. Perhaps I should focus on writing a memoir of my misadventures and that would not only get my shit out there but would allow me to take another notch on the pole of life. Shit happens and I'm sure when it does I will write it down but for now maybe this lifestyle that I live will need to be summed up in a photo or two here an there. Then again this entry might just be the spark I need to get into the groove of watching my fingers scramble around my keyboard writing down ideas my brain has yet to fathom. Either way, I'm just writing to say I'm still alive and life is fair and unfair at the same time. While striving towards mediocrity I sit here and wave at each and every one of you. Take care and I will be back soon.

-B.