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new.

Though living in a bubble is comfortable and rather charming,
I decided I wouldn't mind a not-so-bubbly life.

Almost everything (excepting the weather) of every day is the same. Don't get me wrong. I love Provo. Provo - the great uterus. However, I discovered my unsated appetite for diversity when I listened to the prayer of a (black) Baptist pastor. After that, I tried hard to remember that night I did get a taste of variance.

Flash back to Dec. 31, 2009
Where? Trax line to SLC
When? 7:30 p.m.
*obviously drunk*
'nuff said

10 minutes later
Man with eyepatch: *spewing gibberish* That's my name. What's yours?
Vicky.
My friends call me Patch.
Neat. May I ask where you got it?
I was in THE war.
Lovely. Where are you from?
... ...

1:30 a.m.
Smokey guy and buddy: Hey do you have numbers?
My buddy: No, sorry.
~Why is this funny?~


So I decided that I am going to live in a city.

"Curiosity...
It's what separates us from the cabbages."
David Mccullough

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