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The amount of times I open a new tooth paste container and screw off the cap without any access tooth paste holding it back. The cap spins smoothly and clean. I love that feeling.

Every time I hear some neophyte employee at a diner drop a someone’s breakfast.

Whenever a girl that I have no chance with winks at me when I walk past her somewhere. That totally makes my day.

The number of times that I have to say I’m sorry to my brother.

However many times I have to empty out my bank account and max out my credit cards to make my child happy.

The number of times I am allowed to call my parents by their first names in big crowds.

How many times I end up searching the word truth on google to find what is real and what is a fabrication of the mind.

The number of times my family actually sits down together at the dinner table. The last time was Easter dinner of 2005.

The number of tests that I get back that I flunked.

Every time that I end up on this specific bench in a park in London that faces a statue of a boy and his dog. I seem to always find myself sitting on it every time I visit the park. I don’t usually notice that it is my bench until I look up and find my eyes staring at the boy and his dog. The boy has on a rain jacket, and rain hat. He and his dog are splashing in the translucent puddles. It is like I visit that bench for every stage of my life. As a baby, toddler, unruly child, and a teenager. That bench and the statue have become a part of me, and my life.

Each time that I down a pound hamburger at Cheeseburger Cheeseburger.

The amount of times that I mess up in life and my mom has totally got my back with an excuse to bail me out.

The amount of substitute teachers that I force to retire a year.

Every time that I forget my brother’s birthday.