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I love the businessmen staring into Blackberries and the homeless guys asking for 85 cents for the bus.

Today, I own two pieces of Starbucks’ merchandise. Well, kind of. And I hate myself for it. Well…kind of.

“Hey, when your ticket’s punched, your ticket’s punched man. And that’s it…and there’s nothing you can do about it. I learned to live and race with that early on…and…yeah…” He shrugged his shoulders and faded out.

Somebody once said that “writing is cutting a vein and letting it bleed.” But usually it’s not that easy.

The white halogen lights hit you like a laser as you bleep — click your keycard and walk through the door at 8:27 AM.

I’ve lived in two expat communities; each for a year – one in Seoul, one in Saudi Arabia – and it leaves you wondering why everyone isn’t like this.

“THE YUKON is two words moron.”

You belong, even when it doesn’t feel like it.