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Ty - Dirty Grapes

The grapes i'm eating are dirty. I've tried washing them, but the dirt is stuck to the skin. Luckily they're organic, so I'm just asuming that massive character is being built. You know, because I still need more character after SEVEN DAYS OF STAYING AWAKE.

I'm feeling pretty great today. The reason? Projects. Let's start with the only project I've done so far:

PROJECT ULTIMATE ALARM CLOCK

Keeping Death In Mind

On SEBASTIAN MARSHALL

March 10, 2010. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Late morning.

I pulled on my swim trunks, trainers, and a tank top and walked out of my little guesthouse room, sliding through the cramped restaurant strewn with tables, and out into the hot, dusty air of Phnom Penh. It's a hot day. It'll be good to swim after lifting weights.

I said, "No no, thank you" to the tuk-tuk drivers offering to take me somewhere in the city, pushed through the little crowd, and out onto the street. The streets in Cambodia more resemble alleyways than streets, and I navigate around people and vehicles.

I went down to the end of the street, turned left, and skirted along close to the local restaurants, half-tent half-storefront type places to get food. I stepped into the crosswalk, the Hotel Cambodiana rising in front of me. I check right and then left, and I watch left as I cross, watching for oncoming traffic.

A loud scream rings out. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

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