If that's not a man on a mission, I don't know what is. His bicycle, in surprisingly good condition, was leaning up against the large, metal container as one of his feet rested on the ground and the other remained on the pedal. His stance allowed him to ride off on a moment's notice. Despite being surrounded by 98 degrees, despite being in the middle of a busy parking lot, I stopped. And stared. And wondered about his situation. Mess is bad anytime, but hot mess...What in your life forced you to rummage around in a restaurant's dumpster on an August day in Hotlanta? Where did you go wrong and what can I do to not go there? I'm not here to judge you, bicycle man. But I will sacrifice getting back to my air-conditioned car faster for the chance to watch your intense mission. And silently send the universe a request for change on your behalf.
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I am always concerned that I don't end up where that guy is in life. No one ever plans for this as a child nor wants it as an adult, so it does make you wonder why it happened. My first thought is drugs, so I stay away from them. No drug is a recreational drug to me.
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