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S: Smart

A: And

T: Trustworthy

A: And

N: Nice

I: Intelligent

S: Sexy
T: Terrific 

The left hand path, leads into a dark alley.

My mom tells me not to walk alleys cuz it's dangerous.

But it's the quickest way to the corner store.

Butter.

A loaf of bread.

A dozen eggs.

And a gallon of milk. 

Essential things we need to cook to make food.

Fish.

I love fish. 

I had guppies once. 

Found them in the desert, in a shrinking puddle. 

Finally being at the corner store, having made it to the destination is like finally reaching the summit of the left hand path. I bought the stuff on my list and went back to where I had come from. With stuff I didn't have before. 

In Satan's name, I walked my dog

down the sidewalk, and through the fog.

In Satan's name, I ate my lunch

only two hours, after brunch.

In Satan's name, I took a bath

to cleanse myself, on the Left Hand Path.

If Satan saw my pink Vans I wore on my feet

He'd be amazed and ask me to meet

Him on the corner of the street.

If Satan saw the brown shirt I wore on my torso

He'd think of me amazing more so

And his heart would glow.

If Satan saw the red jeans I wore on my legs

And the bright orange socks I wore around my ankles

And the green hat I wore on my head

And the purple bra I wore over my boobs

Standing at that street corner waiting for him

It would be hard for him to miss me. 

Nathan Enrigo tied his shoe laces. They were 7.5 inches long, those laces, when untied. Attached to a pair of Nikes. Grey Nikes. He made a typical rabbit hole loop knot and picked up the plastic bag. 

The bag had been sitting, in the corner of his kitchen for quiet some time. Several days actually. The content inside was beginning to rot. Nathan could smell the odor coming from the bag. He had hesitated to remove the bag for several days, until it was full. 

It was now full. And so, Nathan took the trash bag outside. He had not been outside in a long while. Because it had been snowing all week and the snow had packed up high. But, regardless of the snow, he had to take the trash outside, due to the constant nagging of his wife, who refused to do it herself. 

Nathan walked over to his trash bin. Leaving footprints in the snow behind him. He opened the bin, and threw the trash bag in. And walked back into the warm house. Then washed his hands.