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I had a dream last night.

The man sat at the bus stop as a scant few people passed by giving him little or no attention. He was an older man with no real distinguishing features save for his aged skin. He waited for the bus patiently, occasionally looking down at his new loafers. They were brown, his favorite color. They matched his jack...

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The Rec's Myspace


I had a dream last night.

The man sat at the bus stop as a scant few people passed by giving him little or no attention. He was an older man with no real distinguishing features save for his aged skin. He waited for the bus patiently, occasionally looking down at his new loafers. They were brown, his favorite color. They matched his jacket nicely as it too was brown. Navy pants and an off white button up completed his uniform. There he sat.


Excerpt - The Rec was born from a modern life in las vegas nv. One could say too much equipment and not enough time. One could also say too much time and not enough equipment. Either way bits and bytes of humanity find their way onto the internet and sometimes they’re called The Rec.


He stared off into space as he went over the days events in his head. Did he remember to carry the one, of course he did. He never made mistakes. He had been at the accounting company for nearly 25 years now. Of course he carried the one. He chuckled to himself, sighed then looked back down at his shoes. He was glad he had waited the extra month to purchase them. Getting them on sale made him like them that much more.

The Rec is jos. clayton

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