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It was a normal day for Sam. He woke up around 11 am, splashed water on his face, and got ready to go. He turned on the radio to drown out the noise of the neighbors, who were remodeling again. Way too early in the morning again.

He sat down to eat yesterday’s leftovers, a greasy Chinese takeout stir-fry and some pieces of the fried bread that he always ordered but never finished.

“Sweet Child of Mine” started playing on the radio as he was tinkering with the silver ring in his left hand. Its surface was smooth like a signet ring but in a modern rectangular shape. As he ran his fingers up and down, the refrain of the guitar registered in his ears. 

It wasn’t that Sam really connected to this specific song. Rather it was the feeling of being free and letting the music take over his rational mind. He lept up from his chair and started dancing in his underwear. His old briefs flapped around, offering a nice breeze as he jumped up and down. 

He got so invested in the song that he didn’t hear Ricky pull over in front of the block.

Bang-bang!

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late again” Ricky growled on the other side of the door.

Ricky was right, but Sam didn’t want to agree right off the bat. Ignoring the sound, he quickly looked around and grabbed a mauled pair of jeans from the kitchen chair. Zipped up, it was time to go.

Sticky Notes Lesson #8: Florida Man by Cole Schafer