I come from a place where being a weather person is something a gambler could enjoy.
After fourteen years, it had become very obvious that the sun only shined until the sky changed its mind; them it rained.
A place where eventually the sell of fire would be its only source of funding.
It was a place where hurricanes never touched the shores, only simple thunder storms.
In the winters, there wasn't snow everywhere,
all we had was Mount Big Bear.
The summers were sometimes hot enough to the point where you could cook a steak well-done on the hot asphalt in 13 seconds flat,
well maybe not that.
The place I come from houses millions of different people,
and I am one of them.
However, at the same time I am not, because I am different.

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