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After the third time around, you wonder, “how many more can I take?”…


The bright noise of city buses welcomes everyone in the morning. Fumbling for the alarm, Tyler happened to send the ashtray and picture frame to the hard wood below. Not wanting the day to start standing in burnt ash and broken glass, he rolled off the other side of the bed. It became more and more difficult to remember the normal procedures of an early morning. In fact, the short walk from the bathroom to the kitchen seemed to take longer and longer. Escorted by the Turkish smell, he poured coffee into the last paper cup he could find. After three months in the city, staring into a mildew stained mirror, he began to see the toll cigarettes and frustration were taking on his face.