Not in a Million Years

I can’t say that it is the heights that bother me as I have no issue staring out a window 50 stories up—maybe it’s the structure holding aloft, I am not quite sure—but if the world was made of like minded and bodied people as me, we would have barely gotten two stories above ground. Barely. To watch a man lean out of a bucket attached to a truck by mere pipes—with saw in hand, one hand—while guiding limbs to their proper place below, I knew I had the better seat that day.—Dominick

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