A few years ago, I had a string of "magical" experiences that lasted for several weeks, if not months. I had just spent six months in the county jail. I could barely walk after being released because I hadn't exercised at all during my stay. That's my fault. Nonetheless, I made my way to the bar where I began my road to recovery! Sounds funny? In fact, it's not what you might think, kinda. Carrying cases of beer up and down stairs is exercise! Believe it, or not! I don't keep up with all the pop music there is. As I've said before, the music I listen to is mostly passively, whatever is playing in the bar. I don't have a portable playlist I listen to, and I don't have a device I could listen to that portable playlist on anyway. Yet, there I was beginning my road to recovery from poverty to imprisonment... Only this time it was more taxing having only been locked up for weeks, or days at a time before. Physica...
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