My uncle is the luckiest person in the world, yet he doesn't realize it. He's cheated death so many times. He was meant to die in 1995, yet he's still managed to cheat death once again yesterday. Yet it doesn't hinder his addiction at all that is the reason why he nearly met his demise just a day before. He's already back on drugs, living at a rest stop on the Turnpike, begging for money then using it on drugs. I'm not one to hold grudges, not anymore at least, but it makes me wonder what goes through an drug addict's head.
Anyway, I've been considering photography as a possible career choice. I'm not thinking about it seriously, at least not yet, but I haven't taken it off a list of possibilities.
I've run out of daily events, so I'm going to go take pictures of the lake.
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