--Every once in awhile like silent stalker they are, they sneak up behind you, tap you on the shoulder and whisper,” Remember me?".
--Oh you know the one I'm talking about. That Big job you've been putting off for so long it's almost become a mantra.
--But like the fickle task master that karma is when you've finally reached the end of her patience. Whamo, your hip deep in reality lesson 101. And it's time for the Big job munchies and crunchies.
--Of course it proves to be more than just a pain in the neck, more like a royal soul crusher. But with patience you slowly reach the last hurtle. And mumble to yourself,” Well that was fun."
--And just before you drift of into rocky slumber your pretty sure hear the faint sounds of laughter from somewhere afar. The whisper words hang in the air like the unanswered question that they are,” You might want to check that dang fool list fella for the next Big job. Because I'll be waiting for the next Big bite.".......
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