Last Friday, I saw a man being hit by a truck. I ride my bicycle to work almost every day, and on my way, I have to cross a bridge that is basically one big intersection with several lanes.
There was one question I never wanted answered, the entire time I was in China. The question was a simple one: "What's for dinner?"
Some things are better left unsaid.
Looking back on my previous article, I was irritated at being so close but unable to do so many things. Now I can have sex, smoke, join the army, open an ISA, and buy scrap metal.
I had recently graduated with my bachelors in Psychology with an emphasis in abnormal and developmental psychology. I had been working 60 to 80 hours a week for the last couple years including trying to finish up the last year of my bachelors program.