One day my note book will disintegrate

Oh my poor notebook. I just duct taped the spine together because there was a slash that was getting bigger.

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10:10 pm
Outside the HOB it smells like hamburgers and sounds like feedback with (undecipherable) of traffic, spiced with an engine start or a horn honking, or a motorcycle revving. Metal heads walk by and nod at me cause we're on the know. A siren muffled by 4 or 5 layers of sounds.