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This is pretty much how I feel. Scattered. I know there's a cliche surrounding the damn image, but there's a backstory- like usual.

A couple of hispanic gentlemen were parked outside the studio this afternoon wrapping individual roses in clear paper. I assumed this was a for-profit venture, as the sounds of Coors Filed echoed over my watching and their tending to business. I wanted to actually get the courage up to take their pictures (as is the case with most of photos) but I didn't find the gumption. Instead I found this as leftovers in the bed of their pickup truck.

I want this day to be over. Just as much as I wish I hadn't fallen into cliche with today's blip.