A rumble and rush of stinking air buffets me from behind, and an instant later a garbage truck roars by, inches from my handlebars.
I don't even pause, I don't flinch, and I don't get angry, because any of those would only slow me down.
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
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