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A story about a man whose potential is ignored and his unwillingness to accept the brand of failure that is put on him.
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He was an old black man. Close to 80 or even 85, one of those senile farts that would make you laugh at a funeral. Angus spent the majority of his ti..
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A thought that wound it's way from my brain to the paper after guard watch last night...
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The mahogany and leather permeated the air just as they did the eye. Dean of Academics, Matthew James Barton sat behind the desk that prominently bor..
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It was June of '97. The heat rose off the pavement in waves bringing the tar to the surface in its wake. Cars drove by protected by their A/C but not..
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Everyone had forgotten about Jarvis. As quietly as he had arrived on NW 17th St, he just as quietly faded into its background. No one remembered his ..
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She was late. No, she wasn't coming. Had she forgotten? Jarvis paced the room, a marked improvement from the shambles he took over. He hadn't really ..
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For all of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children
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It was July 13th, 2011, a Wednesday, and Angus was out on his balcony yelling across the street. "Hey 'er Harry! I'n a mind ta help a fella get rid a..
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While Jarvis was late to work that Wednesday, the 13th day of July, it wasn't because he was sick. The reasons were obvious enough to him that work c..
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