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Choose how you will die

I always heard about one’s life flashing before one’s eyes, but this was a singular event. On my first trip to Manhattan, I ducked into an underground dive bar on the upper east side. It looked like it was run by Cthulhu cultists. Bones and skulls all over. I just needed to hit the head, but the occupants all stopped laughing and talking as I entered. I was compelled to pick a tune on the jukebox. The titles were all grim and I felt both pressure and option anxiety, so I settled on “Thrown Under the Bus.” No music played but the whole room exploded with applause.

Well, here I am…

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