The twenty-something guys walked only a few paces in front of me, and chatted quietly enough to let me know they didn't want people to hear the conversation. As they pushed the elevator button and paused for the lift, I walked past them toward the water fountain.
And heard this:
"It's amazing, really. This time last year I'm sittin' in prison, lookin' at a life sentence. Suddenly, the doors swing open and I'm a free man. It was a freakin' miracle."
I took a long, long drink...
3 comments:
Call it real perverse streak in me, but I live for that stuff.
Me too.
And I have to tell you, Bill...when I wrote this, I thought of you! :)
Was it Michael Jackson? :P
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