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I continue talking, "so who is it for? What´s it about?" The writer pauses; sips his coffee; he turns his head to look out the window then back at me. "It´s for me." I pause; excuse me? The writer takes a sip of his coffee. "The article is for me--it´s to remember or to let go, to find peace, or to remind myself of something. It´s a progression of life that moves forward and I merely...

"Oh", I say as I sip the coffee, "that´s interesting." I pause; should I tell him what I think? I take a sip of coffee. "I think you´re a loser", I say as I set my taza down. The writer pauses; sets down his glass; reaches over for the palomitas. "Go on." I turn my head to look out the window; I turn back to the writer; I pause as I consider how to word it. "I mean...

The dog in the corner in the kitchen tilts his head. "Yeah", I say as I lean forward and pick up my taza, "I don´t know." HR walks into the kitchen. "I got a new t-shirt!" I pause; wasn´t this a school day? "Cool!", I say as I lean back, "hey! How did your beach trip go with your girl wolfpack?" She smiles. "It was awesome! I got a prize for riding the mechanical bull for 18.29 nanoseconds....

"Yeah", I reply as I take a sip of coffee, "that´s cool. So why did you want to meet me?" He pauses; this is my chance. "I want you to start a rumor about me on Dorinto." I pause; excuse me? "Excuse me?" He leans back in his chair; taking a sip of coffee, he sighs. "I need publicity", he says as he leans forward and sets his taza down, "I need grassroots advocacy and I think that...

"Why not?", she asks as she looks down at the floor in the kitchen. "Well", I say as I lean forward and pick up my taza, "people think that people who wear blue hoodies are important." She pauses; turns her head to me. "And?" I pause. "Well", I say as I lean back in my chair and take a sip of coffee, "when people think that you are important, they also think that you have...

"Yeah", the barista says as he rolls his eyes, "so that´s great. Were you going to pay your bill?" I chuckle. "Yeah", I reply as I pull my digitalwallet out of my pocket, "here put it on the chip." He waves the digitaltarjeta in front of the small receptor.  My digitaltelephone beeps; transaction alert. "Thanks!", he replies. I pull the digitaltelephone out and hit propina 15%; his phone beeps in his pocket. I turn around and take...

"Dad!", she replies as she reaches over for the digitalpapitas, "why do you keep these things secret?" "Well", I reply as I lean back in my chair in the kitchen, "it´s not a secret--I just don´t know why you need, or would want, to know." "Well", she replies as she puts a handful in her mouth, "I want to know YOU--more about you." "Ok" I pause; should I tell her? Go on--take a chance, my wife thinks...

I hit pause; this shit is fucking hilarious! I know, right!, my wife thinks back to me--just wait to see what happens! I hit play; the VCR powers on and then off. I check the batteries in the digital remote--looks good. I try another set--it´s the same. I get off the couch and walk over to the antique machine. I hit my palm against the side like I saw in that one movie, you know...

Everything can change, today, by starting on THAT.

You're going to get 24 hours today

How will you use it? Do something that matters today, yo!