Stories like this and the red paper clip one make me extraordinarily agitated and angry. I once sat alone for a full 45 minutes to an hour in deep, deep concentration in response to one of these stories. I've never concentrated that hard in my life. Zero ingenious schemes or vague notions toward a big score forthcame. It was maddening and close to the end as my pitiful imagination grew tired I began to tremble with a rage that came from some deeper and larger upset in my soul than just this failure. I then ran about my apartment screaming and throwing things around, crying hysterically. I was like a wounded animal.
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