Roads flow through towns, barely scraping the surface of the lives that run behind them. Here I am at an oupost on the mighty road that is the World Wide Web. Strangers happen by to pick up a snack or a bottle of pop, and they move along their way. More often it’s the locals who drop in to see how it’s going, the friends who know I’m here and enjoy my company.

The other day, some unknown traveler stopped by after searching for the words, “blow a hole in the fat guy,” and the road took him here. And I think, what kind of individual searches for something like that? So then I suppose, it’s the same sort of individual who might write something like that. Gotta love the synchronicity.

There are so many meandering paths, so many lives out here in the ether. I’m happy just to serve that one like-minded individual who finds himself at my door. And of course, the locals.

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