In the deepest part of it
He would've said it doesn't matter
They won't know any better
In the deepest part of it
He found a way to just be.
There was this line he used to follow
He was easier in himself then
He'd spend days traipsing
After that belligerent signal
Suffering blackouts and drops
And not worrying about any of it
Loving every minute of it.
Because he'd be out then
Away from the city
Out here it didn't feel like work at all.
It felt like something worth doing.
It felt like something his Father might've done.
It felt like something they'd never get their hands on.
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On the last Friday of that month on the tenth year he walked into the office beside the river and quit his job. They could not have been more surprised nor less prepared. They reacted poorly. They fucked up. We're still paying for their mistake.
