When I started writing today’s post, I looked back at an old journal entry from around the time I am describing. So, here’s some context to get us started:
9/15/22 - Oakland, CA
When I got on the train last night after work, there was a man shouting. He was clearly angry. At first I couldn’t tell where he was sitting, but soon realized he was right next t…
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