
Running helps me store memories from what I can recall. – Ash

Caught the bus for my afternoon classes only to have them cancelled. What now? Oh, I know. Off to the university library I go. Where I spent almost all of my free time while on campus. It was a five-minute walk from my political science class and I used every second of it to get there. Soaking up the semester sun and atmosphere of an ordinary Wednesday late 1990’s.
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A chronic smoker, that white-haired man who never stopped talking, and the backwash guy. Three reg barflies and a keep. Lies told, secrets shared, and all I heard was “Ah, one more for the road”. Swiftly, I would grab a frosty beer glass from a humming cooler, then reach for the silver tap. Froth to pour, the perfect head, and ding went the register. Sale…total….enter…$2.25.
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Hanging out on a merry-go-round in the heart of a summer was very teenage…

Riding the bus on a rainy Friday night…

That one spot along the way home where you ran as fast as you could every single time because of that story…

I realized on a walk today that if you stare at fallen leaves long enough they come alive again. – Ash

When you exploit all the good things life gives you, it doesn’t leave mushroom for the bad things. – Ash