To the guy at the supermarket wearing the spyder ski jacket who was giving me the side eye with the cute wife who's grabbing steaks three at a time and two kids who are reciting poems as I pick out a frozen mac-n-cheese dirty and tired from work and riding in my leather that smells of exhaust and oil... Ya, I know your envious pal. You made your choices, live with them.
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