Listening to: Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Philadelphia

It's been maybe nine years since I saw 'poor' on any report or assignment... but 'exceedingly poor' takes the cake. I guess I can only blame it on my lack of ability... Time to start planning for a post-November job hunt...

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I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin' away
On the streets of Philadelphia
I walked the avenue 'till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia