on way to deliver portrait to upper west side. must be there by 9. two hours sleep, saying goodbye to old friends in the town I live rough night but I gave my word to deliver. hell or highwater, im coming through. I could have pushed off til monday but that would be weak. The hard thing to do is often the right thing to do. life is made up of a million little victories or failures. Sleep is for the weak.
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