I started a new Audio book today while at the gym. I did two or three miles on the elliptical. I wanted to abandon the book. In retrospect it had very little to do with the book.

The Smoking Gun

On the television at the gym they were playing Gunsmoke or something in that genre. There was no sound. The plots are all the same with guns, horses and white woman who all look similar.

I get PTSD watching these. My stepfather watched them all the time and I abhorred them. This tainted my view of the book I was reading. Usually endorphins cancel a funky mood.

I reluctantly got back to the book on my afternoon run. It is a decent book.

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I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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