This story requires me to use the words Alabama, Intensive and massage.
The beginning of the story needs to start with: Sometimes I feel like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel.
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Sometimes I feel like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel. In a cage. In a window. In a store. It's a Tuesday morning and the intense aroma of my triple shot latte massages my senses like a hammer pounding a nail. As I sit and listen to those around me, ordering the same things, having the same conversations, I think to my self "didn't I just live this yesterday."
Just then a feeling came over me. One of those feelings that remind me of a time gone by. This one took me back to Alabama. A place called Lulu's in Golf Shores, and though my time there was brief, the memory will live forever.
We all have places, times in our lives which cause us to stop running in our wheel. In the window. In the store.
Note: Avoid the wheel.
