Headquarters is the new calm oasis in the chaotic urban desert.

Just kidding. Fuck you 902 and the hybrid horse you rode in on. I know you’re not the same truck, I’m not fucking crazy lol. I worked on 3 902s in a row. It still just rolls off the tongue like yesterday though. 3302. Ten-this and ten-that.

3302. ‘I showed you’ or ‘what have I done?’. He thought one of those things on his way down. He had 17 floors of time. It’s a good thing he landed on soft ground. He split open but stayed together. Everything may not have changed that day had he been scattered and splattered on concrete or asphalt. It just would have been obvious.

Hey 3302. Where you goin’ with that gun in your hand? Once again you shot that old lady down for thinking she could trust you, man.

3302. Face facts with dignity.

You’re not 3302. You’re 902. Just some new-fangled hybrid high-horse I never rode in on. Walk on by. Try not to vomit. It’s rather unbecoming when attempting to display capacity amongst the competent in your workplace.

Then again, better the parking lot than the lobby.

Jinx.